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"Hey now," Todd laughed as he was pushed into the back room of the night club. "Slow down. I know you're horny and all, but damn."Though he joked about it, he was just as eager as his new friend to find a secluded place. It wasn't often the women actually approached him as opposed to the other way around. He wasn't going to complain though. He had been interested in the lopunny gal the moment he laid eyes on her. To get her alone so easily was just a bonus.

Innocently she smiled as she continued to shove him forward. She had been so talkative before, going through all the familiar motions Todd himself would do when trying to pick up a partner for the night. She even bought him a drink. It was a little backwards from Todd's point of view, but a night of fun was a night of fun, regardless of the circumstances.

He had never been to this particular club before, so he could only follow along as the horny bunny lead him down a series ever-narrowing hallways. The walls went from a black and purple - standard night club fare - to a surgical white toward the end.

Todd wasn't picky, but the change of environment did concern him, as was the strange, loose-fitting latex suit she had him wear. "Uh, babe? Where you taking me?

"You'll see." The lopunny giggled as she continued to pull him along. They passed through several suspicious-looking chambers, empty white rooms with nothing more than cameras looking down on the two of them as they passed. They crossed numerous people and pokemon, some not even batting an eye, others glancing and then laughing to themselves. Their shady smiles put Todd on edge, as did the bizarre environment. Every door he entered made him want to turn the back and leave, but every time he convinced himself that he was being paranoid.

His final stop was a room akin to an oversized dentist's office, deceptively clean and comfortable-looking. The walls and ceiling were pristine and white, just like the rest of the unusual building. Apart from a sparse plotted plant or plain-looking cabinet, it was mostly empty. There were several lounge chairs around the room, similar to what Todd expected to see in a doctor's or dentist's office. Though he had never seen a dentist's chair with straps thick enough to hold an aggravated rhydon. It was at that point that he decided things were getting a little too weird.

"You know what, I uh...I think I'm just going to leave."

He turned to leave only to be blocked by a towering man, dark-skinned and dressed in white suit like the majority of the people and pokemon he had crossed. The man said nothing as he shoved Todd forward, slowly forcing him toward the center of the room. Though he kicked and screamed the entire way, there was ultimately nothing he could do to stop it. The big brute of a man easily overpowered him, and before long Todd's arms and legs were strapped to one of the many chairs. Despite his best effort, his restraints wouldn't budge an inch. He wouldn't be moving any time soon.

Innocently the lopunny smiled and waved before exiting the room along with her hired muscle. Todd was left alone, the room eerily quiet apart from the hum of florescent lights above his head.

"Help!" He called several times, but heard only echoes in response. Though wide open, the room made him feel claustrophobic. This combined with his constant cries for help had him out of breath within minutes. Once he had tired himself out, he had no choice but to sit and wait in silence. He wasn't quite sure how much time had passed, but based on how hungry he was, the night had already come and gone. Some time after Todd had calmed down, another man was forced into the room. He reacted as Todd would expect, struggling and complaining every step of the way. He cursed and shouted even as the large brute from before strapped him into a nearby chair, and just like before the large man disappeared through the door. At the very least Todd had company now.

"Was it the rabbit?"

"What?" The man asked, very obviously still agitated.

"The lopunny. Did she bring you here?"

"What the fuck does it matter?"

"Just asking..."

"You are way too fucking calm about this shit. Why don't you call for help or something? Hey! Somebody!" He shouted out. Just as it had happened with Todd, the room echoed with the man's scream. Todd sighed and let it happen, knowing the man would tire himself out eventually. It didn't take long. The man was soon panting. Desperately he struggled against the thick leather binds on his arms and legs. He flailed as much as he could, but the straps held firm. It took only a half an hour or so before he finally gave in. He wasn't going anywhere and he knew it.

"Dammit," he muttered to himself as he lay back in his seat. "What are they going to do to us?"

"I don't know...but having a nervous breakdown isn't going to help."

Todd tried his best to reconcile to the nervous man, but he could see it clearly wasn't working. It didn't help that he was scared as well. He could only imagine what was going to happen to them.

"Only two?" The two of them heard from outside the door. It was muffled, but still audible. "You must be losing your touch, 32."

"Oh shut up, you. It was a slow night and you know it."

The first voice laughed. "Excuses, excuses."

The door opened and the two of them walked inside. It was the lopunny from before, and a different human woman, pushing a large metal cart in front of her. On it were trays of assorted foods. Mostly large fruit and vegetables, nothing that need preparing. The woman herself was tall, slim, dressed in white like the other people there. She wore a slim-fitting skirt that just barely passed her knees, a short-sleeve top buttoned up to her neck, and inch-high heels to complete her outfit. Her hair was tied into a neat knot on the back of her head. She had an air of strict professionalism but a surprisingly warm smile. This did nothing to quell Todd's fear of her.

"Names," she said bluntly.

Suddenly feeling flustered again, Todd felt less inclined to answer. "And why the hell should we tell you? Who even are you-"

"Todd Hayden," the lopunny said, cutting Todd off. From behind the woman, she ruffled through a pair of wallets, which Todd and the other man quickly identified as their own. "Todd, aaaaand, give me a second, Christopher Young." In her hands the lopunny held the two men's IDs. Without a second thought she tossed their wallets into a nearby trash bin.

"What the fuck?" Christopher yelled, a look of extreme confusion and agitation on his face.

She dropped the IDs onto the small metal cart, next to the clipboard and pair of syringes. Todd had only just noticed them, one a pinkish red, and the other a deep blue. He knew immediately where the needles were headed. Though he wanted to plead, he couldn't think of a thing to say. They clearly weren't interesting in money, having already thrown the men's wallets away as if they were nothing.

"You can leave now," the woman said to the lopunny.

"Oh come on, Jen. I want to see what the loud one will turn into."

"You can see them after they're done. Now go."

The lopunny scoffed. "Such a buzzkill, I swear." Angry, but compliant, the lopunny quickly exited with an audible huff.

Chris growled. "What is this, some kind of stupid hidden camera show? Ha ha, you got us, now fucking untie me."

As if she didn't hear, Jen proceeded with business as usual. She grabbed the blue needle, gently tapping it twice before bringing it to Todd's neck. Far more scared to have a broken needle in his neck, he did nothing but hold still as the blue liquid disappear into his body. The other injection went just as fast, though Jen was forced to hold Chris' head down as he was much less compliant than Todd.

Jen moved both empty needles to an empty counter nearby. She crossed her legs as she sat down and silently counted the passing seconds on her watch. A pen in hand, Jen hovered over the clipboard, her eyes never leaving her watch as she waited to mark down the time. The room was silent. A minute had passed and no one had said a word, not even Chris. Nervous, he stared at Jen, wondering just what she was waiting for.

Another minute later and both men began to sweat. The room felt unusually hot. Though from what they could see Jen remained unaffected. She noted how both Todd and Chris' breathing became shallow and marked it accordingly on her clipboard. She watched as they fidgeted in their seats, the two of them obviously feeling somewhat uncomfortable. It was common, lasting only a minute or two on average. She wanted to tell them, but soon enough it wouldn't matter.

Closely she watched the bottoms of their necks. Their bodies covered in loose-fitting latex, their heads and necks were the only parts Jen could see, as well as their lower backs which were unfortunately facing the seat. She had to be on the lookout for abnormalities. It was the only way of knowing the process was going well. Soon enough, she got the results she was looking for. Slowly but surely the skin on the men's neck began to change. The strange color crept from beneath their suits and worked its way toward their heads. Jen noted their times and very quickly moved behind their seats. Neither man seemed to notice the change taking place. Though not in pain, they both showed discomfort. Futilely they wrestled against their restraints as their bodies shook and convulsed. Their eyes clenched. The bizarre sensation running through their bodies causing them to itch all over.

Seeing this, Jen reached behind their seats and released the locks. Almost immediately both men fell to the floor, writhing and clenching their stomachs as the last of their skin changed hues. Chris had become a vibrant orange-red while Todd had turned light blue. For a short time after their release they continued to roll about, but eventually the strange sensations stopped. They were all too happy to catch their breath, but neither rested for long. Soon they were hit by a different sensation: an immediate and extreme hunger. It was as overwhelming as their change of color, though not quite as unpleasant.

It was then that they both realized just how much food was within their reach. With the need in their stomachs growing ever stronger, they cared less and less for who the food belonged to or whether or not it was okay to eat. They tried to resist. They knew something was wrong, but very quickly their common sense was overridden and hunger began to take its place. One after the other, they rose to their hands and knees. Their change of hue had left them somewhat tired, but the urges they felt filled them with desperation. In their haste they tipped the cart over, dropping most of the food to the ground, but it didn't matter. They shoved it into their mouths regardless.

Nearest were pieces of oversized fruit. Both men bit into them and almost immediately felt large boosts of energy as it slid down their throats. It registered in their minds as strange, but neither could focus on it for long. With their newfound strength, they took a piece of food in each hand and wolfed them down as fast as they could.

Jen said nothing. She returned to her seat and continued to watch. Though neither man noticed the changes taking place, Jen could see them clearly. She paid close attention as past this point in the process, it was anyone's guess as to what would happen.

The changes started in their facial structure. Both men's faces began to wildly shift and contort. Chris' nose in particular stretched both outward and across his face. Very quickly it elongated, forming a wide, orange snout in place of his nose. The bigger mouth only served to increase the speed in which he could shove food into his mouth - a feature he took full advantage of. He swallowed entire fruits and vegetables whole, barely stopping to breathe in between gulps. He chewed only when necessary, the vast majority of foods disappearing down his throat never to be seen again. So desperate to quell his hunger, he didn't care that his body was slowly but surely filling out. It started at his center, his stomach rumbling as it grew rounder and rounder with every passing second. Though previously obscured, his bulging midsection became apparent as it stretched his baggy latex clothing. The rest of his body very quickly followed suit.

His legs began grow large and fat. His now thick thighs pressed hard against their latex prisons. The material held firm, as it confined Chris' bulky leg meat. With every piece of food he consumed his thighs swelled. They expanded at a slow and steady rate, growing Chris' hips by proxy. His widened hips and thighs made way for an equally enlarged rump, which grew out in leaps and bounds along with the rest of his lower body.

As he looked to grab another piece of food, Todd took notice of the apparent changes in Chris' body. It took several seconds for him to realize something was wrong, and even then, he couldn't quite remember what. There was something he needed to remember but as hard as he tried, he couldn't quite place it. As he continued to think, he found he couldn't even remember his own name. Something was very wrong but his aching stomach prevented him from thinking critically. As he watched Chris shovel food into his gullet, Todd once again realized he was hungry. The insignificant thoughts in his mind soon began to fade as he reluctantly grabbed another piece of fruit.

Having not eaten in several seconds, Todd's hunger had grown to enormous proportions. He was forced to double his speed in order to sate it. His mouth opened wider than he would have ever thought possible. It allowed him to gobble up everything in sight without even bothering to slow down. Apples, oranges, pears, Todd devoured them all one after the other. It wasn't long before his body began to grow. From his stomach outwards his body thickened, his fat filling every nook and cranny of his oversized latex outfit. Too hungry to care, Todd continued to eat as the base of his spine began to tingle. For a moment, the fattening slowed as a large protrusion forced its way out of his lower back. It was uncomfortable, but he ignored it all the same.

He continued to eat, unaware and uncaring that the large blue bulge was taking shape. It stretched outwards, its base big and thick. The large lump on its tip twisted and writhed, soon shaping itself into a large aquatic fin. Similarly, Chris could feel a similar sensation coming from his back side. Soon enough, a thick protrusion formed on his lower back as well, quickly molding itself into a long, orange tail, with a creamy white underside.

Halfway through the food, neither man showed any sign of slowing down. They wolfed it down, unknowingly feeding their ever-growing assets. Little by little, parts of them grew while other parts shrank and withered. Neither seemed to notice or care about the loss of mass in their crotch, neither did they bat an eye as it was replaced with a thick and prominent camel toe. They could only register how pleasant it felt when their new puffy genitals rubbed and ground against their tight latex confines. Their chests heaved, each thrust causing them to balloon. Where their chests used to be were now large round breasts. They pressed powerfully against the tight latex, stretching it as far as physically possible. The jiggling orbs grew and grew, surpassing the size of their owner's heads and beyond.

To the two of them it was over in a flash. As the last of their traits developed they felt their hunger subside. Exhaustion hit them both almost immediately afterwards. Neither thought to question it. Their previous lives were a blur. Already they felt content with their new ones, their simple minds unable to comprehend their future. They fell to the ground, neither resembling men, or even humans anymore. Neither seemed to care very much.

"Hmm," Jennifer pondered for a moment. She sighed to herself, somewhat disappointed in the results. Given the random nature of the experiment, it was to be expected. At the bottom of her list, she made a note of their new species, a charmander and vaporeon respectively. "Was hoping for at least a charmeleon out of that one." She sighed again. It couldn't be helped.

She was ready to call for extraction when the charmander began to whimper. She turned to find the fat pokemon squirming as she struggled to reach in between her own legs. Unlucky. That was one of the rarer side effects of the transformation, but there were worse. It would be simple to remedy. Jennifer knew quite a few people willing to do the job.

Once again she prepared to leave only to hear whimpering even louder than the first. Jennifer was surprised to find the chubby vaporeon writhing as much as the charmander. It wasn't often this happened twice in a row, but already Jennifer had thought of a way to take advantage. In the cabinet on the opposite side of a room were uniform rows of small jars, all of them neatly tagged with species and gender labels. Though the local selection was limited, the choice was fairly arbitrary. Jennifer grabbed two vials, both of them random males of fire and water type pokemon. Dawning a pair of rubber gloves, she very carefully removed their lids and quickly poured the clear liquid over the curvy pokemon's bodies. She slathered the strong scent of a charizard all over the vaporeon, and the potent stench of a feraligatr all over the charmander.

While she still could, she tossed her rubber gloves and re-lidded the jars, double checking to make sure none had come into contact with her. Powerful as it was, it would smell for days if allowed to soak.

A cocktail of robust scents filled the room within the minute. To Jennifer, it smelled of a musky cologne, not too appealing, but not the worst thing on the world. The pokemon however, picked up on it in an instant. Their eyes went wide and their noses twitched. It didn't take long for them to trace the scents to each other. Once close, they took large whiffs of the scents, their new noses heavily drawn to the smell. Their minds were gone and nothing but instincts were left in their place. The smell of male pheromones was all it took to send their simple minds into sexual overdrive, and they had no reason to fight it.

Jennifer was pleased to find that even now they retained some of their human tendencies. She smiled as almost immediately they brought their lips together, sharing in an activity in which only the human race would partake. The formation of their new snouts made the act difficult, but not impossible. The pokemon moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues circled one another, their latex clothing squeaking and squelching as they rubbed together.

They shoved back and forth, each pushing hard against the other as they tried to overpower their partner. In the end, the charmander claimed victory, her superior size allowing her to easily push her partner to the ground. The vaporeon didn't mind. She seemed pleased to take the submissive role as the charmander laid atop her. She rested as the fiery pokemon pushed down on her shoulders and asserted her dominant kiss.

Bound in glossy latex, their breasts and stomachs ground against each other, serving only to arouse their new sensitive bodies. Neither had experienced such feelings. Even through their outfits, they could feel each other's touch as if nothing was blocking them at all. Every rub, every bump, and every grind had them tingling uncontrollably. The charmander took full advantage of this newfound attribute. Her arms wrapped tight around the vaporeon, she vigorously bounced up and down, doing all she could to drive her body against the fat water pokemon.

It was by pure coincidence that the vaporeon's tail happened to brush across her nethers. She gasped. The shock it sent through her body was unreal. She knew she had to have more.

She turned, her meaty legs now straddling the vaporeon's face. Her instincts driving her, she pressed her bulging camel toe against the pokemon's snout. Once again, that wonderful shock ran up and down her spine. Her tongue hanging from mouth, she moaned even louder than before. Her hips seemed to move almost on their own as she ground her plump lips against the water pokemon's mouth.

She reached forward, her hand quickly finding its way in between the vaporeon's legs. Once again, Jennifer smiled as she found the charmander's human tendencies shining through again. The need to please was a desirable trait in Jennifer's pokemon.

Though she had prioritized her own pleasure, the charmander made sure the vaporeon shared in it. The water pokemon writhed as her nethers were teased. Instinctively the charmander poked and prodded her partner's latex-clad lips. They were almost as plump as the charmander's herself, and bulged just as prominently. Easily it enveloped her fingers as she massaged it. The moisture from the liquid pheromones ensured there was little resistance. It soon proved overwhelming to the submissive pokemon as she desperately squirmed under the weight of her partner. But as big as the charmander was, it was a fruitless effort.

The charmander took no notice of her victim's struggles. Too caught up with her own pleasure, she could only process the growing pressure in her loins. The orange pokemon's large ass jiggled with every move she made. Its soft mass was easily large enough to engulf her partner's head. Despite the chubby water pokemon's hampered position, she couldn't be any more aroused. The potent smell of the liquid pheromones assured that. The charmander's obese legs and thigh were coated in it. It was all the vaporeon could smell. Though she whimpered and cried, she couldn't help but dig her face into the fiery pokemon's large behind and drive her tongue against her lower lips. It was a hard fight however as the charmander grew more and more frenzied.

She wore a sadistic smile as she slowly stroked the vaporeon's hole. Back and forth, over and over, she ground her hands against it. It brought her great joy hearing her victim's whimpers as she clutched the water pokemon's plump lips in between her fingers. It seemed that no matter what she did, or how her fingers moved, she could incite a response. She didn't care why she enjoyed it as much as she did, but she knew she wanted to hear more. Very quickly she began to get rough. Her hands were a blur as they rapidly rubbed the vaporeon's nethers up and down. The water pokemon's moans and groans were music to her ears. She couldn't fathom the sound stopping.

Eager for more, she sunk her fat finger in between the vaporeon's lower lips. The stretchy latex gave more than enough leeway to allow it. One after the other, she pressed her fingers inside, grinding against the oversensitive walls of the vaporeon's vagina. At the same time she discovered just how reactive the submissive pokemon was to having her bulging clit rubbed. This went on for minutes, the charmander refusing to stop or even slow down. The vaporeon floundered about, the pleasure so great she could barely get a moment to breath. Try as she might, the charmander wouldn't budge. The closer the crazed orange pokemon got to her own orgasm, the more frantic her movements became. She moved as fast as her obese body allowed, feeling as if she stopped her peak would be ruined. Her assault was desperate.

The pleasure was all too much for the vaporeon. Violent trembles wracked her body and before she could react, a powerful orgasm shook her from head to toe. She moaned out, her loud cries mostly muffled by the charmander's behind. She wiggled and writhed, the intense feeling overwhelming her to the point of screaming.

The charmander could tell it was coming to an end. It was now or never. Desperately she reached in between her legs, both fingering herself and rubbing her clit as fast as she could. She hadn't quite realized how close she was until she was already over the edge. Without a hint of remorse, she tilted her head back and shouted even louder than the vaporeon. Spittle ran down her cheek as she did. With no concept of shame, she enjoyed her orgasm to the fullest, her tongue heedlessly flapping as the drool seeped from her mouth. Her body convulsed. Her hips thrust forward of their own will. Though it was the longest she had ever experienced, it still seemed to end too soon. All at once, both the charmander and the vaporeon came down from their orgasms. The stress was too much on their newly-formed bodies, and within moments they had both passed out.

Jennifer smiled. The fat Pokemon almost seemed adorable as they lay piled atop one another. Though the results of the experiment were lackluster at best, the two of them would make fine additions to the crew. If only it wouldn't take so long to train them.

"Can't be helped," Jen sighed to herself. She saw promise in her new recruits. They were worth the wait.