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Emotional instability wasn't good for psychics. Neither was having to put up so much control to keep emotions stable. Unfortunately, sometimes it was one or the other, and Cellus preferred to hinder his focus rather than lose control of himself.

He was in Reeve's room, standing in front of a figurine, a massive wooden humanoid carving that towered over him, casting a shadow over him that reflected his mood. There was nothing wrong it aesthetically, but to him there was something very wrong - it was supposed to be about a foot tall, but right now was significantly larger than that. And he wasn't sure why.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He knew why it had gotten that big - it had been what he'd put Reeve's size into. Reeve had bought it for that purpose specifically, for them to use when he wasn't transferring his size to a potential partner or partners for sexual fun. And it worked fine for that purpose...the problem was that Cellus wasn't in control anymore, and the figurine was still the size it was when he'd transferred it. And Reeve was still small, vulnerable...and not exactly doing much to protect himself. Case in point, right now he was walking around in the woods, all on his own, despite Cellus's pleas for him to stay in. The human was more of a daredevil than he was, at least with risks to his own safety...but would it have killed him to be a bit safer here?

The worry wasn't helping him; it was taking away from his focus. There were most certainly Pokémon in the forest that would take advantage of his size, and whatever they wanted to do to him they could. But Reeve didn't seem to care...in fact he almost seemed to welcome the idea. Something about the size shift had affected his mind more than it should have. It was no mystery that Reeve enjoyed bending over for larger Pokémon, he'd enjoyed that even before they started doing this, but he'd never been quite THIS submissive to them...Cellus had heard about reality manipulation playing with the psyches of the ones affected by it, but he hadn't thought it would be that much. One couldn't argue the obvious results, though - Reeve did seem to be far less inhibited when he was small, and a lot more deferential to larger Pokémon...which was part of what had him nervous, was he even going to put up a fight?

Still, there wasn't much Cellus could do to keep him in, he wasn't that strong and needed all his psychic focus on solving this conundrum. If Reeve wanted to leave, he simply didn't have what it took to stop him and still try to solve the problem. All he could end up doing was giving himself a link to Reeve for emergency use if he got into trouble; he could teleport to him at a moment's notice if needed.

I suppose having quiet to help focus isn't a bad thing...I just wish I could stop worrying about him. It's my fault he's this way, though...that's not helping.

He was certainly distracted, and not only because of the problem at hand. It was the lack of understanding, the confusion about what was going on and why it hadn't gone as expected. All of his previous experiments had shown that when his control ended, everything went back to normal. It was one of the things that had made him confident that he could use this safely with Reeve. What had changed this time? Was it the disruption of control from an outside influence? Was it the fact that they were so far away? Either one was possible, but he felt that even if that was the case, the reversion should still have happened once they got close again, and that wasn't the case. So he was no further along than before.

Right now he was focusing on reconnecting to the disruption, trying to re-establish his own control. He knew what wasn't as it should be - the figurine was big, and Reeve was small. His mind could sense it intrinsically; but he was having trouble getting an actual grip on it. It was like a carnival fishing game, trying to catch something with a hook that wasn't very good, and the game stacked against the player; he'd try casting it, but couldn't get a grasp on the anomaly, couldn't pull it in under his control. It had been a few days now and frustration was starting to kick in in earnest - and that only made focus harder.

Why isn't this working? I can feel that connection so easily when I make it happen...it should be easy to link back up to. But it's like...trying to grab a single thread of silk blowing on the breeze. I can barely sense it, and every time I grab at it it slips away from me.

He'd considered just re-shifting the size back into Reeve, just do a reverse of what was done before...but he didn't know if that would work, and worse, he didn't know if it would permanently mess up a proper reversal if it didn't work. If he messed that up, he might not ever be able to return things to the way they were, and that would've been the worst possible thing.

Just as he was gearing up for another attempt, he felt the tug on his mind. Reeve was asking for him! He wasn't able to tell from the poke in his brain what the problem was, whether he could handle it, anything of the sort...all he knew was that Reeve was sending a signal and he wasn't going to wait to respond. He broke away from the figurine and focused his mind on the altered human's location, and in an instant warped out of the house and to the scene.

He certainly wasn't ready for what he saw. Though, perhaps, given the way Reeve had been acting lately, he should have been.

Reeve was indeed in some kind of situation, wrapped up in the vines of a Servine while an Ivysaur was using his own vines to hold the human's legs apart and smear something around and inside his pucker. Despite the helpless situation, Reeve was looking completely enamored of the situation, red-faced and moaning heavily. Judging by the human's throbbing erection, he looked like he was having the time of his life. And the two Pokémon seemed to have been waiting for him.

“Oh, good, you did show up," hissed the Servine. “I was wondering if this little bitch was just full of hot air or actually had something to him."

“If you're doing something nasty to him…"

“Oh, perish the thought. Well, actually, don't, because we're planning on doing THE nasty to him. Since he's so eager…"

“And we're making him even more eager," laughed the Ivysaur deviously. “A nice little arousing salve to make sure he stays nice and hot for a good long while. But he told us something interesting...that he got that small because of something you did, and that you could make people bigger, too."

Cellus was starting to have a feeling where this was going. “What are you getting at?"

“It's not obvious?" the Servine grinned amusedly. “We want you to make us bigger while we fuck your bitch. Get him nice and stretched out, make sure he stays tight around us. I know he's already pretty small, but since he offered…"

The Abra hesitated. What they were asking him was well within his capabilities, but he worried that it might make it harder for him to refocus back on the work that was supposed to return Reeve to normal. On the other hand, maybe doing more size shifting would help him refocus on the mechanisms and make himself more adept at it, so he might be able to catch that wisp he was trying to grasp. In the end, though, the debate was academic: they had Reeve in their grasp, they weren't going to let him go without getting their way, and if he tried to attack and failed, they might just do something worse to him than screwing him. Compliance was the only real option.

A fallen log nearby provided a nice source for him, and with a resigned sigh he focused his power between it and the two Pokémon. There was a slow growth from the two, their forms gradually expanding as they were brought up as they had demanded. When Cellus ceased applying the effect, they were half again as large as previously in all dimensions, and Reeve looked puny between the two of them.

“Ooh...that IS nice…" breathed the Servine heavily. “And damn, it does make me feel hornier…" Those twin poles jutting from his crotch were a very clear example of that. “Think you can take them both at once, bitch?"

Reeve was flushing furiously. “Ah...do I...have a choice?"

“Heh, I don't think you do. And maybe give my buddy here a blowjob while I'm spearing you, eh?" The Servine brought Reeve down to the ground, where the Ivysaur was now big enough to stand over him but rolled over on his side anyway, and brought him to the thick pole that the symbiote Pokémon was offering. It looked almost too thick for Reeve to handle...except, Cellus had already seem him hilt even larger.

The vines were loosened just enough for Reeve to get his arms out, though they remained wrapped around his torso. He didn't protest this in the slightest - instead he just got to work, gripping the Ivysaur's cock and licking over it and sucking the thick tip, moaning pleasantly as he did. The Ivysaur responded with moans and chuckles, and by using his vines to spread the human's legs further, leaving his hole a defenseless target for the Servine. The snake Pokémon used his short arms to grip Reeve's cheeks and spread them, and worked the pointed tips of both cocks into the human's ass before shoving in deep. Cellus heard a high moaning cry out of Reeve, one that was so thick with pleasure you could almost see it. And all he could do was watch as it happened...needing to stay there so that the size didn't recede, he was left to observe his partner getting nailed without even the slightest hint of reservation, by Pokémon that had all the power over him.

And it wasn't the first time...the three days they'd spent in the den of the Dark-types, they had pretty quickly figured out that making Cellus watch Reeve get nailed was something very pleasurable to Cellus, and frequently did so while he could do nothing else. Being unable to fight even a lick, suffering under the corrupting effects of their seed, Cellus would get close to shooting just from watching Reeve get pounded, enough that he would beg to be filled just so he could get off from it. His behavior was pretty mortifying to him after the fact, since that wasn't the way he usually was, but one like him could scarcely fight off the effects of Dark-type shenanigans.

This wasn't quite the same...he wasn't really helpless, though he still didn't have full latitude to do what he wanted his powers were fully active. But still, watching Reeve get rammed hard into by the Servine, slobbering over the Ivysaur's shaft the way he'd done over quite a few Pokémon recently, was turning him on quite a bit...he hadn't exactly been sexually active the past several days, not since the Dark-types had finally let them go, all his time had been focused on recovering his mental strength and working on fixing the size issue. So he was certainly pent up...but he wasn't going to indulge himself. One, he hadn't earned it, and two, he was focusing on trying to commit to memory the nuances of the shifting he was doing, in case it would be useful. So he was sort of limited to just being worked up constantly and trying to ignore it.

Definitely not easy with the way the two were working Reeve over. The Servine was plowing away, hips thumping against the human's rear; his cocks were making a significant bulge in Reeve's torso when they were fully inside, and the sweet scent of his precum was filling the air. Mixed in with the somewhat sweet-and-sour scent of the Ivysaur, who was half-bucking into Reeve's mouth from his reclined position, getting his fat shaft all the way in and murring when Reeve's tongue would dart out and tickle his slit. And through it all, Reeve seemed to be utterly lost in bliss, completely surrendered to the mercy of the two larger Pokémon, his diminutive erection swaying under the forceful thrusts of the upsized Servine. Cellus wondered if the human even knew their names...he probably could have probed for that, but all his focus was on understanding the size shift and trying to ignore his own obvious erection.

As if he needed yet another distraction.

“Hng...goddamn, the bitch is clenching like my cocks are giving him life!" hissed out the Servine, eyes shut tight as he looked on the verge of being overwhelmed. “How he can get stuffed so full and still make himself TIGHTER…"

“Ooh...his tongue's so good...f-fuck, I'm close…" moaned the Ivysaur, pawing at the ground and pushing harder into the human's mouth. “Hope...he's ready for a flood…"

Reeve seemed more than ready - in fact, he beat them both to the punch, his body suddenly writhing in their grasp as he shot his load into the air, right in Cellus's view. Each spurt rather small but forceful, squirting out onto the grass in front of him...seeing it sent a throb through the Abra's own tool, one that he tried to tamp down. Part of him really was digging this...well, he had always enjoyed watching. He wished he could appreciate it more, though.

It wasn't long before the two Pokémon caught up to Reeve, driving in one last time and unloading their voluminous batter into their minute target. Reeve squirmed as he was filled with thick cum at both ends; Cellus could see the pulses as they pushed their way into his body, at least until his body started to push out a bit from the load. He shivered a bit at the sight of the human getting pumped so full, like when he'd propositioned a Feraligatr a couple years back...his fingers twitched, wanting to wrap around his shaft and pump out a load, but he kept them away as before, merely watching the sight with that tension wrapping him up. By the time they were done, Reeve had a noticeable paunch in his gut, the human's hands rubbing over it almost teasingly.

“Hoo...shit, that was a fucking GAS," the Servine panted, slowly pulling out of the human but leaving him wrapped up in his vines. A thick drool of syrupy fluid came out of Reeve as the twin dicks vacated, though not much more followed it, most of the fluid staying stuck inside. “Heh, it really is a lot more fun when we're bigger."

“And when we have such a compliant slut," agreed the Ivysaur as Reeve was dragged off his shaft with a loud slurp. Reeve was panting hard once his mouth was freed, but he seemed almost lust-drunk still, and Cellus couldn't help but notice that his erection hadn't flagged in the slightest. “We might have to make a repeat visit sometime after all, bitches like this aren't a dime a dozen."

“Mmph…" Cellus wasn't sure how he felt about that - part of him thought it was a fun idea, the other part just wanted Reeve back to normal before he even thought about that. “Okay, you two have had your fun, I think I should be getting him back home…"

“Hah, we're not done with him or you," cackled the Servine. “That stuff my buddy was rubbing all over your bitch's body was a little chemical that makes him super horny for a good long while. Probably an hour or two, depending on how sensitive he is to it and how much he gets nailed to counteract it. He already agreed to let any other Pokémon that comes around screw him, and you're gonna make each one of them larger when they come around."

“But go ahead and try to take him back," added the Ivysaur with a smug grin. “Because that lust ain't gonna end without plenty of fucking...you think you're gonna be able to keep up with it on your own?"

Cellus groaned again, but what could he do? Considering he was already trying to avoid giving into temptation, having Reeve around in that state would be killer...and that was on top of all the other objections he'd already come up with earlier. Reluctantly he sat back down, forced to wait while the scent of sex was wafted through the air, wondering who would be the next Pokémon to come around and want a turn…

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It was a couple hours before Reeve and Cellus were back home, the former exhausted and drenched and filled with more spunk than he knew what to do with. He was only mildly responsive as Cellus cleaned him off and put him on his bed, mumbling tired thanks to the Abra, though his expression was consistently euphoric and content.

Just about the opposite of how Cellus felt. Leaving Reeve to sleep off the exhaustion, he wearily traveled back down to his project. He'd been forced to help out a half-dozen more Pokémon before things were done, some of which had stayed for more than one round, and he'd had to upsize them all, without reducing any that were already bigger. It had required him to draw from multiple threads at once, a much more tiring prospect but he'd managed it. The drain had been palpable by the end, and he feared he hadn't gotten a whole lot of insight from it, his focus had frayed pretty badly by the last round. Not to mention his boner hadn't receded the whole time...the temptation to join in had been awful, and even now he wasn't sure he'd made the right choice by resisting.

The enlarged figurine stood in the center of the room, large as ever, almost mocking him. Sighing, he floated to his own bed and laid down, trying to get himself to sleep off the arousal and fatigue. Tomorrow he'd just have to try again...hopefully without any more distracting disruptions.