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Cellus considered himself to be quite smart for a Pokémon. Most Psychic types were in the upper percentiles of intelligence, so it wasn’t exactly something special, but he took pride in his breadth of knowledge and ability to reason. It was especially satisfying to come up with the solution to a problem, knowing that there were many out there who would be unable to do the same.

But probably the thing he took the most pride in was that he was smart enough to admit defeat.

He’d spent the entirety of two days examining Reeve and the figurine, trying to figure out what had happened after his last attempt at a fix. It didn’t make sense - that size should’ve been somewhere, but he couldn’t find it for the life of him. There was no sign of it anywhere...at least, none that his mind could detect. And that didn’t make much sense - he’d been doing all the manipulation, nothing should have been able to be beyond his detection.

Clearly something had gone wrong, and while he didn’t know what, he knew he needed to do something more to find a fix. So he went to see an expert. A friend of his, a Reuniclus named Nevus, who’d been doing these sorts of reality manipulation tricks for quite some time. Cellus was sure he knew more about it than himself, and perhaps he could come up with a solution to the mystery.

Of course, it was going to require swallowing a bit of pride, as Nevus was a straight-shooter who had no problem being blunt. And sure enough, after explaining the situation, the first thing out of his mouth was “Wow, you really didn’t think this through, did you?”

“...Well, I thought I had, anyway.”

“Most people think they do, and they’re usually wrong. But you probably should’ve known better, Cellus. You of all people should know that there are vast differences between acting on inanimate objects and mindful creatures. Anything with a mind can exert its own influence, it’s much more complicated than just things.”

Cellus cocked his head. “What? Hang on...what do you mean? I’ve used my powers plenty of times on creatures with minds without them influencing me.”

“Not true...after all, what happens when someone resists a psychic assault? They’re fighting your mind’s influence with their own. With reality manipulation, it’s even more potent...any time you alter the reality of a mindful being, their own minds exert some influence on the situation, whether they’re resistant or willing. That introduces a ton of variables that you can’t predict, which is why it’s so much trickier to do these tricks on humans or Pokémon.”

“Wow...I never knew. It didn’t seem any different…”

Nevus shrugged and sighed. “You know, I asked about these things before I actually put them to the test. Probably would’ve been a good idea for you, especially if you already knew I was good at it.”

“Yeah, yeah, bit late for that now...that doesn’t help with my current problem. I need to know what’s going on so I can fix it...do you think you can help?”

“Well...that depends on what you mean by ‘help.’ Running down what you’ve been saying, I’m pretty sure I know what the deal is, so I can tell you what’s going on...but ‘fix’ might be a bit on the tricky side.”

“What do you mean?”

---

Reeve knew he was tempting fate by wandering around outside, naked as the day he was born, and not much larger than the day he was born either, in an area with lots of wild Pokémon that could smell just how willing he was to perform whatever service they wanted from him.

It was exactly WHY he was doing it so much.

He hadn’t yet told Cellus, not sure how the Abra would react, but the truth had been made plain to him when he’d receded back to his smaller form for the Zangoose and Gabite: he liked this size better. He loved the fact that there were so many Pokémon that were bigger than him at this height, so many that looked so much sexier and more desirable than he’d ever thought before...and how dominant they seemed to him, and how good he felt ceding to them. He’d loved being with bigger Pokémon before, but it felt even more thrilling now, with him so small and helpless...it was everything he’d wanted, and he’d never known it until Cellus had showed it to him.

He wasn’t sure if Cellus would be as pleased about it as he was, but there were other ways around that. In fact, he had an idea that might make the Abra more amenable to it...one that he’d been thinking about since a little after he’d gotten stuck this way. He knew he was going to be fine with it, the question was the Abra, but he had learned a good bit about his friend from all this, so he had a feeling he could make it happen…

His thoughts were waylaid by the growling voice from nearby. “Well, well, look who it is.”

Blushing, Reeve turned to see a trio of Pokémon, a Charmeleon, Grovyle, and Heliolisk, grinning down at him from nearby. This wasn’t the first time he’d run into them, they’d been the first Pokémon he’d met after the Dark-types had let him and Cellus go, and they had had quite a bit of fun with him then. “Gryl...Saige...Krakel...it’s been too long.”

“Agreed.” The Grovyle, Saige, was eyeing him up hungrily. “I’ve been wanting another crack for the longest time. Guess we’ve just been unlucky until today.”

“Remember when I promised I was gonna shock your worthless balls until they were empty and you could only cum dry?” the Heliolisk Krakel snickered, his fingers sparking sinisterly. “For as long as you’ve kept us waiting, I’m definitely gonna apply plenty of charge to them.”

Reeve could feel his heart racing; these three were plenty forceful last time, and he had loved it so much. They were a fair bit bigger than he was, so they could easily overpower him and do whatever they wanted to him, and that had gotten him so worked up last time that he had been half-tempted to ask them to come home with him. The only thing that would be better is if they could be even larger than they were now, to have even more power over little him…

As the trio approached, they suddenly froze. Reeve’s eyes widened as, entirely unexpectedly, his wish came true - the three Pokémon started to grow, and not a little bit either. His first thought was that Cellus was hiding nearby, doing this to them...but something else would have been getting smaller if he had been, and there was nothing visibly shrinking around them. And Cellus had said he was going to meet a friend that day, and he could usually sense if the Abra was nearby…

Is this...my doing?

He had really wanted it to happen, to be sure...and he knew they couldn’t do it on their own, they wouldn’t have looked so shocked if they did. The idea seemed absurd, but...maybe that was the case? Maybe he had gone down for the Zangoose and Gabite because HE had wanted to...what if he had control over it? Or at least subconscious control...clearly, he hadn’t intended to do this, but if this was how the idea was being introduced to him…

All he knew for sure, though, was that he was getting what he wanted. And in spades...Gryl was topped out at almost six feet tall, and Saige and Krakel weren’t far from that when the effect stopped. The three of them looked plenty confused at first, but confusion faded as they remembered the blushing human standing in front of them.

“Well...was this your trick?” Gryl sounded even more powerful and dominant than before; Reeve could almost feel the rush of energy from them, the implicit understanding that they were meant to be more controlling now. That, too, was something he enjoyed… “Heh...I don’t know when you picked that up, but if you were holding it in last time we’re gonna have to make you pay for that.”

“Oh...I wasn’t, but…” Reeve looked up shyly. “Make me pay anyway, please…”

---

“His size is...in him?”

“That’d be my guess.”

“How? He should be his normal size if that was the case, shouldn’t he?”

“Not necessarily. He’s probably storing it inside himself.”

“Storing it...what? Reeve can’t-”

“He couldn’t before, I’m sure you’d say. And I’m going to presume that’s true, but your shenanigans changed things. Remember, they exert influence as well...my guess is that through all this, Reeve developed his own psychic size-shifting ability. Limited in scope, but he can probably do it fairly effortlessly.”

Cellus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How?”

“It’s not that complicated. Humans can become capable of psychic powers under the right circumstances. Since you played around with reality and it needed a fix, that was probably what reality decided to do to resolve it.”

“You’re kidding me...wouldn’t it just go back to normal? They said reality fixes anything that goes wrong…”

Nevus snickered. “Seriously, Cellus, you’re so naïve sometimes. ‘Reality fixes what goes wrong’ doesn’t automatically mean reversion to the status quo. I mean, yeah, with inanimate objects, sure, but when you get minds involved all bets are off. Sometimes the easiest fix there is a new normal...so that’s what’s happened here. You got a new normal where Reeve has this ability, probably because his mind affected things.”

“So...I’ve been having trouble because reality’s shifted? And you think Reeve did it?”

“Yep. Probably not consciously, but I think it probably happened when those Dark-types got to you. When your powers broke, reality shifted on his whim...so he stayed small. And then when you transferred his size back to him, instead of taking it like normal, it ended up being something...stored in him, instead.”

“But why? Why would that happen instead of him going back? Why would he reject it...consciously or not?”

Nevus grinned down at him, a little smugly. “Well, now, you’d probably know that better than I would, wouldn’t you?”

A bit of a grunt from the Abra, who was getting a bit worn out from the attitude from the Reuniclus. “Come on, Nevus, I’m not gonna get anywhere with you playing games with me, this is serious.”

“I am being serious. It’s what you told me, not what I’m telling you. Think back...what did you tell me about how Reeve responded to the size shift?”

“Well, he...he enjoyed it. He...oh, gosh. He enjoyed it more than I thought he would, even…”

“And he’s still displayed odd behaviors, hasn’t he? A little bit different from the way you know him, right?”

“You’re right...but...I don’t understand…”

---

Overpowered and overwhelmed...that was exactly how Reeve wanted it. And was he ever GETTING it.

Gryl was slamming into his ass as hard as possible, his searing cock spreading blazing precum all over his insides, leaving a fire inside him that couldn’t be quelled and was intensely desirable. Saige was pummeling his throat with a shaft that looked like it should have been choking him, yet he felt no discomfort as it stretched through his throat and warped his jaw, the syrupy sweetness pouring down his throat and filling his stomach up nice and full. And below his suspended body, Krakel was applying a constant shock to his cock and balls that had made them run dry long ago, a mingled pain and pleasure flowing through him as he squirmed under the grip that refused to let go. He was so overloaded, his mind was almost entirely blank, the one thing he was truly aware of was that he fucking LOVED it.

“Rrragh, this fuckin’ tight bitch is doing everything he can to get me to erupt!” Gryl growled out. “Krakel, you’re gonna make him so tight he’ll wrench my dick off!”

“Maybe that’ll be incentive for you to hurry up and let me have my turn!” cackled the Heliolisk.

“You’re gonna make me rush this? I’m in goddamn heaven here!”

“No one said we had to just go once!” Saige hissed. “I’m sure he wants to taste your spicy meat, too!” Reeve couldn’t speak at all with that thick cock plunged down his throat, but he let out the loudest muffled moans he could to provide agreement with that.

“Rrr, well, I’d hate to disappoint such a willing cockwhore…” Gryl started to pound even harder, yet another level of intensity that Reeve didn’t know that he’d had. The three had been dominant, but not this aggressive and degrading, and he really was digging the harsher attitudes. He wasn’t really sure why it was that he was so thrilled by the thought of being controlled and demeaned...though, really, ‘demeaned’ wasn’t even the right way to describe it, because they weren’t REALLY being nasty, just saying what he liked to hear. It wasn’t really negative if he enjoyed it, right?

“Ahn...gonna cum soon…”

“Me too...haa, let’s see if the bitch can hold our loads!”

The Charmeleon and Grovyle hammered in furiously, while Krakel tightened his grip on Reeve’s cock and balls, amping up the charge through them - they felt numb and at the same time hypersensitive, like Krakel was making it so that he needed to have harsh treatment to feel anything but he would feel it SO hard. He felt his body shudder as another orgasm pounded through it, he’d lost count of how many he’d had already, the electricity had made them almost blend together, he wasn’t even sure how much he’d come down from the last.

And then he felt it, as well as hearing it - the two Pokémon screwing him cried out, and Reeve became a living condom. Thick, ultra-sweet spunk pulsed into his mouth and throat, while his ass took the volcanic geyser that burned violently against his sensitive inner flesh. There was so much of it, he could feel himself swell out at two different points in his gut, which eventually converged into one...the fire got even hotter as it met that heat-sensitive Grovyle cum, making Reeve’s eyes roll back in his head as it felt like he’d actually been given a lava enema that went too far. At this point, though, there was no such thing as ‘too far’ for him - he’d never felt more thrilled in his life.

It was too soon when the orgasms ended, but the prospect of more was sustaining him...as overwhelmed as he was, Reeve probably should have been out cold, but even through the weariness he felt like he was all there, and wanted more. And he was going to get it, no question, as Krakel was raring to go. “Eeehehehe, look at how full he is! Hope he still has room for a whole lotta me!”

“I’m sure he’ll find some,” growled Gryl lecherously. “I think we should make this a regular thing...maybe invite some extra friends sometimes. Think we’d have to twist your arm for that, whore?”

Dreamily, Reeve shook his head - no way he’d say anything against that. He knew now that he really wanted this, this state and this excitement and this helplessness. There was just one more thing he wanted to make it complete...

---

“Remember what I said? When doing reality manipulation of mindful beings, all minds have some say in what happens. Now, the first time you did things, how did both of you react to it?”

Cellus thought for a moment. “Reeve...definitely acted differently. He was a lot more...submissive, eager to be used. And...gosh, I...I got...rough with him. Controlling. I...how did that escape me? I know I knew it at the time, that’s not something I should’ve forgotten.”

“I’m fairly sure that was all Reeve’s doing. Now, granted, you know the guy better than I do, but from what you’ve told me and what I’ve read from your thoughts, he dug that sort of thing. Being small, to him, is equated with a sense of helplessness that he finds enticing...he enjoys putting himself in the hands of bigger Pokémon because they get all the control. And given what I can also tell you’ve been up to lately, I’m sure you understand personally the thrill of helplessness and conceding control…”

“Goddammit, where did you get that?” groaned Cellus. “I thought I had that under lock and key…”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Nevus sounded more amused than someone who thought nothing of it. “You’re hardly the first psychic to enjoy being nulled. Really, I think it’s almost ingrained in the Abra psyche, they’re the most common willing victims. You being somewhat dominant otherwise is the actual unusual thing.”

“I don’t see how this gets me closer to my answer.”

“Right, of course. We’ve established that Reeve thinks that size equals power and control, and enjoys having that stripped from him and put into others. Now, imagine you put a guy in a state where he likes being controlled, ordered around, used without remorse, and he sees big guys as perfect for that...do you think he’s going to jump out of it easily?”

The implications of that hit the Abra soundly. “Shit, you’re...you’re right. He’s stayed small because he wanted to be that way, on some level...and he probably doesn’t know he can get bigger now, so that’s why he hasn’t reverted even though he can. So...all it’ll take is...I just have to tell him he can go back, and...well, provided he knows how to make it happen, but if it’s part of his mind, he should be able to control it without too much trouble.”

“Sure, you can tell him that,” Nevus said causally. “But I’d be ready for him not to.”

“Not to? What?”

“Come on, Cellus. He likes it. He enjoys it. And with his mind altered for it, I’d lay money down that he’s going to prefer being small and submissive like that. He’s most likely going to keep himself that way unless he needs to be normal-sized for some reason. And I’m guessing that when he distributes his size to make other Pokémon larger, it’s also going to make them more dominant and aggressive, because in his mind, the two go hand-in-hand, and his mind is calling those shots. As he gets better with changing sizes, he’ll probably learn to make himself even smaller, make others even larger, deal with groups better...and the mental effects will become amplified on all counts with those shifts.”

“But...but...that’s not right...I didn’t want to alter him like that! I didn’t want to make him…you know...”

“You sure about that? You can’t really pretend in front of me, Cellus...you can try, but I can see through you. You like it, don’t you? You found it fun being in control, being the bigger partner…”

Cellus scowled at Nevus. “Rrgh...I mean, yeah, I guess...I know it sounds stupid, but I liked being the strong one.”

“No shame in that. Like I said, you’re an odd Abra in being a dominant one, but given that, it makes sense that you might like being more physically robust if that was the case. And even if it wasn’t, jealousy of physical prowess isn’t odd either...just because we have our gifts doesn’t mean we don’t occasionally desire the other half of the equation.”

“But it doesn’t justify this! I mean, I can’t...I can’t just impose my will on him like that! That’s a terrible thing to do to a person, to change them in a way like this without their permission! And he’s my trainer and best friend, that’s even worse!”

“You really need to calm down, Cellus. It’s like you’re forgetting all the rules of psychic powers...what’s the number one rule?”

“...It’s...anything can be fought.”

“Right. And while a malicious psychic may be able to overpower someone’s will and influence them, something done without malice is easily opposed. Reality manipulation is markedly more sensitive to that. So, if Reeve had really wanted to stop you, he would have. But he didn’t...in fact, my guess is that he encouraged it. After all, he was making you more dominant...my guess is that he orchestrated it all unconsciously, and was encouraged when you responded so well. And if my hunch is correct, then ‘trainer and best friend’ probably isn’t the thing he seems himself as in relation to you now.”

Cellus swallowed; suddenly his throat was feeling pretty dry, and it wasn’t all anxiety. “So...what you’re saying is…”

“Welcome to the new normal. I can’t help you fix anything, because as far as the world’s concerned there’s nothing to fix. Everything is as it should be. So my recommendation is, relax, settle down, and enjoy it. You’ll find yourself feeling a lot better that way.”

That wasn’t quite as convincing as he wished it would be, but Cellus didn’t sense he was going to get anything else out of Nevus at this point, so he simply nodded. “Okay...well...thanks for letting me know what was going on, Nevus. I guess I’m going to have to be a lot more careful with how I do this sort of thing now...but at least I’ll be better informed.”

---

Evening was slowly descending when Cellus returned home - quite a bit after his talk with Nevus, but he’d needed some time to think on what he’d learned. Somehow he was going to have to have a talk with Reeve to see where his mind was, and hope that it wasn’t too far altered beyond what could be salvaged. And then they were going to have to discuss this trick...that was going to be an interesting chat, to be sure.

Is he going to be angry? Excited? Confused? All of those? Probably all of those. Hopefully he doesn’t hold it against me too much.

He could smell the scent of sex immediately as he walked in the door. Reeve had definitely been active that day...at least he’d gotten back all right on his own. But where was he? The smells seemed to lead to Reeve’s room, which made sense...curiously, he opened the door.

The moment he stepped in, it hit. A powerful force rushing through his body, making him freeze and have to hold himself steady as he grew. He felt it, the first time his body was changing size without his own control...and holy HELL was there a rush with it, a feeling of sheer power and control the likes of which he’d never even imagined. Even when the growth ended, that rush didn’t...and as he regained control of himself, he nearly bumped his head on the door frame. He was huge, way bigger than he’d ever been before...and his eyes finally landed on Reeve, sitting quietly on the bed, looking red-faced and bashful, but also drinking in the Abra’s giant frame.

That rush drove him hard, much more than his control was prepared for. He growled a bit. “You little fucking SLUT...going out and having so much fun with yourself while I’m racking my brain trying to get you back to normal…” He took a step forward, and his mind thrilled at the forceful stomp his foot made when it hit the floor. “And you don’t even care, do you? You just love being a tiny cockwhore giving it to any Pokémon who wants it?”

“Ah, Cellus…” Reeve’s voice quivered in excitement. “I’m just a needy, greedy slut who can’t get enough cock...and there’s one I need worse than anyone’s…”

“Rrr...and so you drag your soaked ass into my room, stinking it up with the scent of other males?” Cellus held out a hand, and Reeve suddenly went flying to it, the psychic pull forceful and making him gasp in clear excitement. “I guess now I’m going to have to spend a lot of time overwriting that with MY scent...and we’re gonna see just how much of a slut you can handle being!”

Reeve’s legs were jerked open by an unseen force, eliciting another gasp that rapidly turned to a cry as he was forcefully penetrated, that enormous cock hilting immediately into his ass and stretching him quite noticeably over and above the lingering distention from the loads he had taken earlier. The mixed scents not even entirely unfamiliar to Cellus’s nose, these were mons that had had fun with Reeve before...that somehow added to the intensity in his mind, these were regular fuckers and needed even more of a message about who was REALLY in charge.

His mind was locking the human in a submissive position, but everything else was pure, raw physical power. His hips driving forward, his arms pulling back, shoving himself into Reeve with wanton abandon, reveling in the freedom of sheer power and control. His own cries were quite a bit louder and more forceful than Reeve’s, almost like roars or as close to roars as Abras got. His heart pounding as hard as it ever had, even more than during those nulled periods, sending more blood to his cock and making it throb inside that tight passage.

Reeve wasn’t spared even the tiniest bit of quarter this time - the stretch was more intense than any other cock he’d had in him, with Cellus buffed up to a level they’d never gone before, his anger and frustration fueling an outlash that was even more than Reeve had expected and hell if he didn’t love every second of it. The sheer overwhelming fuck was one thing, but then there was the occasional radiant psychic shockwave that scrambled his mind briefly and stimulated his entire body with pleasure and even a tiny bit of pain, just enough to make the whiplash between pain and pleasure so much more exciting and arousing. He was nothing but a toy right now, a thing to give pleasure and feel it, and he wanted as much as much as his body could possibly hold.

Harder and faster, Cellus was imposing more and more on the human by the moment, finding new levels of power to use on Reeve with every thrust it seemed like, the unfettered psychic mind showing exactly what it was capable of. His muscle swelled more with the sensation of dominance, shifting him subtly to fit his sense of power and position, allowing him even greater strength to ram his staff into that tight hole, a cock that had lengthened and thickened even a bit more during the raucous fuck. He was going as hard as he could without breaking Reeve, but it felt to both of them like he was just on the borderline of overdoing it, so close to being too much but never quite hitting that line by design. Then again, Reeve wasn’t even sure where that line was anymore - if he got such a thrill out of his cock and balls being roasted for minutes on end, what WOULDN’T he enjoy?

It was that earlier treatment that was keeping him from shooting endlessly from the furious fuck. As it was, he was on the verge of a dry climax continually, staved off by Cellus’s power, he wasn’t going to climax until the Abra was going off inside him, Reeve could just FEEL that at his very core and he loved it. If he could have done anything to make it come faster, he would have, but his body was no longer his own, it acted of its own accord in every twisting motion and futile clenching, nothing more than a vessel to deliver sensation to his brain and ruthlessly effective at that. The need was so great, he was in a state of constant desperation, he wanted to feel that pleasure high once again and grant the gift of his ultimate submission to Cellus…

And even when it finally did happen, he was in no way ready for it. Cellus yelled out as loud as he could, another sustained burst of psychic energy ravaging the diminutive human’s body as he both unlocked that barrier and shoved Reeve into the vortex of orgasmic ecstasy. Reeve couldn’t cry out, the breath driven from him, but his mind SCREAMED the name of the Abra as he went into a torrential climax that carried him into insensibility as his mind was thoroughly lashed by the psychic blast and his body was stretched to the limit by the massive amount of cum being poured into him. He thought he had known every level of sexual high before, but this blew every other one of them away...somehow he didn’t go completely out, maybe because Cellus wasn’t letting him, tethering him to consciousness even as every other thing he did threatened to yank him out of it.

He was shaking and shuddering as the world around him righted itself, completely overwhelmed though far from unpleasantly so. He became dimly aware of the huge paunch in his gut, the thick load of Abra cream that wasn’t going anywhere, locked up nice and tight inside him by yet another psychic block. The evidence of just who had the most power over him, itself a minor thrill in his addled mind. But they were by no means done, not by the way Cellus was still gripping him...suddenly he was pulled off of that enormous cock, flipped around, and found it embedding into his mouth, and then deeper, his body forced by that mental power to loosen up around it and take it deeper. Cellus was definitely making the most of his time in that size high, and Reeve would be an eager and active participant in every bit of it.

---

It was late at night before Cellus was worn out from rutting Reeve, the size and aggression bringing a heck of a libido boost with it. Finally, though, he’d sated himself fully, and could get back down to business. Now back to his regular size, he was laying on the bed face-to-face with Reeve, holding him close as he told the whole story of what he’d learned and what he’d found out...though, at least some aspects of it didn’t really need to be revealed. He was appropriately apologetic for not finding things out beforehand and for his accidental mental manipulation, though Reeve seemed less than concerned about it.

“Guess there’s a lot more to psychic stuff than I ever thought...but now it’s all in me, I can bring myself up to what I was before pretty much any time I want?”

Cellus nodded. “You’ve got a good bit of freedom with it...whenever you want to retake your normal size, you can do it without much difficulty. After a bit it’ll be like second nature.”

“Hm...my previous size, you mean.”

“Er, yeah...same thing, isn’t it?”

Reeve smiled demurely. “Not really...I think I want this to be my normal size. I’m liking it a lot more this way...it feels more right.”

Cellus looked at him with a bit of concern. It was just as Nevus had said, so he wasn’t exactly unprepared for it, but some part of him still worried about the soundness of it. “Really? You...you remember what I told you, that I...accidentally warped your mind when I made the change, right?”

“Yeah...but you know what, I’m weirdly okay with that. Honestly, things have felt a lot more fun this way in the first place, and even when I had that brief return a couple days ago, I was missing it already. I think I always wanted to be this size, and never really knew it, so when there was the chance to stay that way, I couldn’t really oppose it. It just feels...right, you know? Don’t you think so too?”

“I…” Cellus swallowed; part of him wondered if it really was, but on the other hand, he knew too well what he desired himself. “...Yeah, it does. I...I feel right being the big guy with you.”

“Yeah, exactly. I like you being the big guy, too.” Reeve scootched in closer to Cellus, running a hand over him. “I’ve been thinking...you don’t mind if we have a bit of a shift in our relationship, do you?”

“Shift? You mean…”

“Yeah...not trainer and Pokémon like before. It really hasn’t felt that way for a while anyway, we’re too much close friends to really feel that way…and with me being small like this, it’s not what I would want anyway. Lovers, yes...that’s very true...but also...I want to be your slave and belong to you.”

Cellus felt himself smiling a bit in spite of himself. “You won’t have to twist my arm for lovers...but slave? You sure about that?”

“Yeah, I am. I always loved it when you took charge and shifted me without permission, it was so exciting and fun. And I loved when the other Pokémon didn’t give me a choice, I had to do what they said. I think the first time I really knew that’s what I wanted was with Xiel and Galun...when I had to serve the three of you, it was like nothing I ever thought about. I always loved the Pokémon taking charge a bit more, but now I know I want more than that. And...I wouldn’t want any Pokémon to be my true master more than you.”

Every word was certainly genuine, Cellus could feel it. And he was surprised himself at how much the thought appealed to him. “That’s an awful lot of power you would want me to have.”

“Yes...but I trust you with it. You won’t keep me from being who I am or anything...I know you care about me too much to take away everything else. You spent all this time trying to fix things when they went wrong to make sure I wasn’t hurt in any way...there’s no way I’m worried that you would be cruel. It wouldn’t be a problem for me to serve you how you like...even if you said no, I’d probably serve you unquestionably anyway.”

Well, when he put it that way, it didn’t make a lot of sense to refuse. And put another way, Cellus didn’t want to...he wanted it, too, maybe that was Reeve’s influence on him but he wasn’t about to argue. “Reeve...I’d love to. I’ll be your master, and I’ll make sure you’re happy.”

Reeve nodded. “Then...I’m all yours.”

Cellus felt it then, Reeve opening his mind fully, inviting him...he wanted this not just as a verbal thing, he wanted it ingrained in him. A drastic step, but, if they were doing it anyway, if they both wanted it...and Reeve wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t. So he began to exert his power on the human’s mind, reshaping it to fit their new roles. You belong to me...you will do all that I say...you will serve Pokémon, but you will first and foremost serve me...you will surrender all resistance to my power…

As he worked it, he could feel a change in himself...he was getting bigger, getting a bit more of that musculature that he had gained during their earlier fuckfest. Reeve was making him bigger and stronger as he worked his new control into Reeve, redesigning him in the image of what he wanted his master to be...and that was how he wanted it, too. Reeve wanted him to be bigger as his master, and Cellus wanted to be the bigger one, the stronger one physically as well as emotionally, didn’t have any problem with taking the size he was being given. He knew it would be as permanent as his own changes, a new normal that reality wouldn’t take issue with, and he welcomed it, the rush of strength and power that came with it.

As the last flourish of his mind solidified his new position in Reeve, his own changes stopped. Now a foot taller than before, not enormously beefy but more physically toned than any Abra he’d ever seen, significantly superior to his new slave...a symbol of his power over him, he realized. What better way to show ownership than to own something as fundamental as his slave’s size? His arms drew Reeve close, curling around him both possessively and protectively. “Your happiness means everything to me, Reeve...this will never change. But I hope you’ll excuse me if my path to giving you happiness gets a little rough sometimes.”

“I look forward to all of it, Cellus, my master,” came the contented reply.