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"And this is the area where we create those special balls that house our favorite little creatures!"

Like a typical tour guide, Gretchen was far too chipper to be sincere, and like a typical tour, most people walking through the facility were paying more attention to their smartphones than they were to the tour itself. There were overly excited children who had never seen the inner workings of a pokeball before, teenagers who were well past the enchantment of pokemon in general, and adults who remembered being so enamored with the little creatures, they couldn't help putting their entire families through such a trip.

That didn't mean that everyone was at one of those three junctures, of course. There were still plenty of adults who were actively interested in learning more about pokemon related items. Silph was a company that anyone would do well to be employed by, and a lot of people didn't [b]really[/b] know what went on inside of a pokeball. For those who were in the dark, there were plenty of theories about how they lived inside of such a small space, when some of them were literally bigger than cars when they were on the outside.

Only the people who mass produced the items truly knew the answer, and only recently, tours had started in the Silph warehouses, showing people just how the magic happened.

"We here at Silph create a wide variety of different balls," Gretchen said, and immediately, she paused. She'd done the tour enough times to expect a few giggles from the children and preteens in the audience, and on cue, they rumbled through the crowd, and slowly died down. "The basic pokeball is still our most popular model, and is ideal for catching entry level pokemon, but we also offer the great ball, ultra ball, and even the legendary master ball! The last of these takes literally an entire [b]year[/b] to make, and only one lucky trainer per year has the opportunity to receive it."

Some among the crowd were actually dazzled at the idea of being granted such a legendary item, while others clearly still weren't paying attention. Inside of the warehouse, they were fortunate enough to be walking along an assembly line, able to see a number of different robotic arms piecing together the red lids and white casings of the average pokeball, as tiny sparks flew up from the robotic welders. A couple children ran over and grabbed onto the handrail that kept people from falling into the assembly area, fascinated with the way that the tiny machines were able to work with such inhuman efficiency and skill.

"Did you two have any questions?" Gretchen asked, looking around the group of people and making dearly sure that the children wouldn't be foolish enough to try and jump over the ledge.

The kids were too enamored with the show to respond. They displayed all of the attention span that an average child had, and their eyes lit up as the dots on the front of each pokeball turned red as they passed by, an indicator that their fabrication was complete, and they were active.

One of the children began climbing a little higher on the handrail, determined to get a closer look. It was high enough, but there were no proper walls to keep people out of the assembly area; common sense was the only proper weapon against that, and children in their earlier years were still developing that.

The parents, naturally, were on the other side of the crowd, and Gretchen clearly began to panic as both children climbed up onto the railing now, one child copying the actions of the other. They could easily fall into the assembly line and get injured by the machines if they weren't careful, but there was a possibility of a more terrible fate if the worst case scenario was achieved. "Boys, [b]please![/b] Get down from that railing [b]this instant![/b]"

Each of the children giggled, clearly thinking that this was supposed to be some kind of a game. The parents would never be able to shove their way through the crowd of people in time, as each boy prepared to jump down and get a closer look.

One man in the crowd, however, picked a horrible time to play Good Samaritan.

"Get back from the ledge!" He yelled, as he erupted from the crowd and dashed forward, grabbing each of the boys by the ankles as they started to jump. The force tugged him into the railing and nearly knocked the wind out of his thin, narrow body, but he managed to hold onto one of the children...the other still fell into the assembly line, and there wasn't enough time to wait for a proper rescue team before a pair of robotic arms began prodding at him and preparing him for a series of tests that would be entirely painless to a pokeball, but perhaps fatal to a young child.

Even as Gretchen yelled "Don't do it, sir! Wait for security!" he was already jumping over the railing. He landed squarely on his feet and squatted at the knee to dull some of the pain of a long fall, and fueled by adrenaline, he was able to grab the second child and lift him up, just high enough for the boy to reach the second railing. Gretchen rushed over and took the boy by the hand, tugging him back up as the crowd gathered up to the railing to watch, and when the danger had cleared, they cheered and clapped for the man who had put his own life in danger to rescue a couple young boys that he didn't even know.

His reward was backhanded, at best, as he felt a strange beam surrounding his body and filling it with an electrical tingle, akin to being buzzed by static.

"[b]Get out of there now, sir![/b]" Gretchen yelled down into the pit, as panic washed over her face once again with a pale coating of white. She reached out over the railing once again to offer him her hand, but it was already too late; a beam of red had completely surrounded the stranger, and his body was being shrunk down rapidly and pulled into one of the freshly completed pokeballs.

Just like a pokemon, he was crumpled down in size and zapped into the ball in a matter of seconds, and Gretchen nearly fainted with fear as she grabbed the small phone attached to her hip. "S-security? We...we've got a human...in a p-pokeball..."

**

Inside the ball, Scott couldn't hear the rush of people gathering to see what had happened on the outside. He couldn't hear the alarms going off, and the security crew gathering to try and clear the crowds away, as the assembly line was immediately shut down.

He couldn't properly hear anything; the inside of the ball was completely soundproof and silent, to the point that it was just a little bit creepy to deal with.

"H...hello?" he asked, as the feeling of the static cling around his body slowly faded. Inside of the ball, there was only an impossibly small chair and bed, something that Scott was only able to rationalize after realizing that he'd been shrunk down to such a size.

The rest of the inner workings of the ball seemed to be a mystery, even though Scott had been walking along with the tour group the entire time. He was a young adult with a true fascination for the whole world of pokemon, and wanted to learn more about how pokeballs were constructed so that he might be able to build his own prototype. In the moment, he was learning more about the way that the devices worked than anyone else ever could, even those who actually built them for a living.

The interior walls were white, as one might expect, and all of the furniture was a [b]stark[/b] jet black. There didn't seem to be any containers of food anywhere, and Scott wasn't sure just how a pokemon would survive in such an environment. He half expected a gas to pour from the walls and knock him unconscious so that his body wouldn't need as much sustenance, but no such thing ever came, and it seemed that as long as he was in the ball, he was at the mercy of the assembly line. He had no idea that it had been shut down, and he was fearing the worst, knowing that quality testing would be about to begin, otherwise.

Instead of the sound of different drills and prods attacking the ball, however, he instead heard a voice, finally. "Excuse me, sir? What's your name?"

"...Scott. My name's Scott," he replied, though he couldn't see where the voices were coming from.

"It's nice to meet you, Scott. Sorry that we have to introduce ourselves under such conditions. We're from the R&D section of the factory, and we're going to try to get you out of that pokeball."

Scott let out a heavy sigh of relief. "That's good to know, but...why can't you just press the button on the front of the ball and release me?"

"The ball is malfunctioning, Scott...because of [b]you.[/b] There's a systemic anomaly in the pokeball, because it is programmed to recognize the DNA of every single pokemon in existence, so the ball knows that it has captured something, but it can't classify you, so it's running a little haywire."

"A [b]little[/b] haywire?"

"We're doing all we can, Scott. In the meantime, just try to stay calm in there, and we'll have you out as fast as we possibly can."

Sighing once again, this time in frustration at what his heroism wrought, Scott sat down upon the chair in the middle of the surprisingly roomy pokeball and tilted his head back. "Great...what the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

Before he even had a chance to pull his smartphone from his pocket, having found that it shrunk in scope with him, Scott felt a cold, metal cuff around his right wrist.

"...The fuck?"

"Please, stay calm Scott," the voice inside of the ball replied, though he found it a nearly impossible task, as a second cuff wrapped around his left wrist. "We're doing everything we can to get you out of there!"

Scott widened his eyes as he saw a small dome emerging from the ceiling, one that couldn't be any wider around than the circumference of his head. He trembled in the chair as he looked up and gulped, worried that the system inside of the pokeball might be trying to snuff him out, since he was an unwelcome intruder.

Instead, the dome came to rest upon his head, and almost immediately, he felt an uneasy sensation in his stomach from the contact. "Species unknown. Attempting to register."

This new voice was cold, calculated and false. It sounded so entirely robotic that Scott almost felt a pain in his ears from it, and the way that it reverberated around the inside of the pokeball as it continued to speak. "Species could not be registered. Attempting to find closest DNA match."

At the moment, Scott at least knew that he was still human, but panic continued to settle in as a computer that he couldn't see continued to work on changing him. Each time that he shook against the cuffs on his wrists, they only grew tighter, and the cap upon his head wasn't coming loose, no matter how he tried to wiggle away from it. The longer it sat, however, the worse Scott continued to feel inside, as a strange process began to rewrite his entire existence from the top down.

Though he couldn't see it, and could only just barely feel it, the computer was scanning his body for different remnants of pokemon DNA, and trying to apply a number of different genetic makeups to his brain, as the heartless machine figured it to be the proper method to handle the situation.

"G-guys...can you hurry? I r-really don't feel good," Scott worried, as he gave another weak shake against his restraints, even if he knew that he'd never be able to get out of them. Hope was fading quickly, and though Scott couldn't see it on the outside, hope was barely alive for the R&D team, who had always planned for such an event, but never knew quite how to circumnavigate it.

They were working fast, but they were working on the fly, and couldn't seem to disable the pokeball, now that it was in the middle of such a process: it was built with parameters to prevent outside interference during the DNA interface, as quitting in the middle of such a process could actually result in the pokeball accidentally breaking down the DNA of an innocent pokemon and killing it.

The fail-safe was working a bit [b]too[/b] well, as the pokeball picked up the scraps of the last pokemon Scott had been near.

"Vaporeon DNA accepted. Beginning DNA transfer."

In a way that he couldn't explain, Scott felt like a blank slate; the pokeball had completely drained his old DNA of any unnecessary links, opening them to fuse with the Vaporeon DNA that it had accepted. His mind was a complete emptiness as he slumped forward in his chair as much as the cuffs would allow, and into his body, new DNA code was being forced, though he couldn't feel exactly where it was coming from.

He could only feel that his upset stomach was gone, though it was replaced with the nauseating sense of being off balance...something that was common for a quadrupedal creature that tried to stand for too long.

"H-help...please..." he groaned, hardly loud enough for the technicians to hear his voice. He accidentally bit his lip in his words, and felt a tiny trickle of blood spilling from his lip as fangs started to emerge from his teeth, ones that were entirely too long and sharp to be human. He winced with mild pain, and shuddered as his skin crawled, as if snakes had burrowed under his flesh to explore the inner workings of his body.

He was sure that he'd lose his lunch before the process was over, but the longer it went on, the less he felt nauseated, and the more he simply felt like hunching over; such was only natural, as his spine began to elongate, prompting him to lurch forward in his chair.

No one in the crowd that watched on with bated breath was sure what to expect. People stayed as close to the rail as they could, but from the outside, the show was rather boring. No one could see through the pokeball except for the R&D team, and if Silph was ever going to live this moment down, they didn't need anyone else seeing what they did, as they watched a film of light blue forming on Scott's arms.

"Oh, [b]shit.[/b] It actually took!"

"Wh...wha [i]toooook?[/i]" Scott tried to ask, though his voice was already warping as he did. The minutes inside the ball were piling up fast, and the R&D team wasn't making any progress, but the computer inside the pokeball was moving right along, as it began to recognize the form that was taking shape. Rivets formed on Scott's arms in the fields of blue that were forming, as tiny fins began to emerge where his once dull elbows were, and they grew at an alarming rate for the poor man, who winced his eyes shut and tried to pretend he was just living out a nightmare.

Reality wasn't [b]nearly[/b] that kind, and neither was the computer. "Vaporeon: water type. DNA accepted, presence accepted. Beginning routine inspection."

Each pokeball was designed with certain health checks to be automatically run whenever a new pokemon was captured. It was standard protocol so that a trainer could be warned of diseases, deficiencies, or other possible issues before they decided to keep a pokemon in their presence or not. Typically, these tests turned up nothing of note, but they were comprehensive to say the least, and Scott was going to get a firsthand lesson into just what pokemon underwent when they were captured.

Whether it would be pleasant or not might be up to his perspective.

"Excess molt detected. Now shedding," the computer declared every action it took, and the R&D team visibly panicked as they waited for Scott to be skinned alive. A collective sigh of relief took place instead as the an extra set of robotic arms inside the ball tore away his clothes with relative ease, revealing that his entire torso underneath was blue, and the color was spreading...even down to his manhood, which was moving up along the delta of his groin in a [b]painfully[/b] slow crawl.

Scott winced as he felt the interior muscles of his body shifting, as if they were melting without becoming entirely liquid. It was the oddest sensation of a strain that he'd ever known, stopping just short of being sincerely painful, but there was no way that he could avoid feeling at least a little pain as he notice the shift in his genitals. They were moving up, but even then, they were sinking [b]back into him.[/b]

Panic turned to full blow hysteria for Scott, who felt the dome finally coming away from his head, and as it did, he felt as though his hair was standing up on end from static electricity. That would have been much preferable to the reality that a small, budding fin was standing up from the center of his head, as his entire body continued to shift. The blue fields were entirely filled in, and not a scrap of human skin could be felt or seen any longer, no matter where Scott looked. He couldn't see his reflection, but somehow, he could feel the change running all the way up and over his cheeks as the new skin overtook his scalp and the back of his neck. He could see small tufts of his hair falling out in front of him as the strange, new flesh wrapped around his body in an embrace that was equally comforting and chilling.

"Scott...j-just...just try to cling to your humanity!" one of the technicians called out, as he and several other members of the team tried to get the ball to pry open, knowing that the situation was now well out of control. Though they wouldn't admit it, they weren't sure that they could return Scott to a human body any longer, and the legal team was already on the phone as a larger crowd continued to gather at the railing, easily overwhelming the modest security staff in the warehouse.

Thankfully, the crowd still couldn't see the way that Scott was being manipulated; it wasn't suitable for younger eyes, as a small device emerged from the floor of the pokeball.

"Now checking for sexually transmitted diseases by semen extraction."

If there was any pleasure to be had by a pokemon after capture, this was surely it, but it might not be so great for Scott, who could no longer make human noises as a small, rounded sleeve came to settle upon the space where his cock should have been.

The only issue was that it was no longer there; a small slit had opened up between his thighs, and the shaft of his member had slinked right into it, perfectly mimicking the proper anatomy of a Vaporeon.

"Stimulation needed. Beginning arousal cycle."

"Guys...we...we need to record this," one of the technicians suggested, as Scott continued to change. He struggled against his bondage even then, but his body was beginning to lurch forward, as his thighs curved upright and his muscles shifted to give him a more proper, four-legged form. "Can you imagine the amount of research we might be missing out on? This could do [b]wonders[/b] for our genetic engineering department!"

The rest of the crew was too stunned to offer a reply. They were more worried about keeping their jobs and not getting sued, but those things were up to fate as a small probe began to gently stroke and brush along Scott's sack. It was still external on his body, and was plenty exposed for the machine to manipulate with a touch that lacked any affection, but was entirely comprehensive in skill.

It took only seconds of the probe nestling into Scott's gently swollen orbs to prompt his cock to make another appearance, and it was far from human, anymore. The tip was tapered just slightly, and as the shaft emerged, it had a clear, mild kink in the middle, making his flesh look halfway between a dolphin and a canine. There was even a sizable knot at the base, and immediately, the sleeve sealed down over the tip of the rod and locked itself in.

There was no warm up: there was only a fierce, rapid pumping of a lubricated sleeve over a transformed cock as Scott shuddered with delight. His body wasn't quite finished transforming, but the machine was moving along with or without him, as it tried to collect all of the necessary data to classify him.

"Va...Vaporeon?!" Scott began to speak, but when he heard what was coming out of his mouth, he could only shout his new name, as the machine arm jerked back and forth rapidly against his new member. The pleasure was almost overshadowed by just how nervous and panicked Scott was, but the machine was simply too skillful to ignore. Each and every inch of his flesh was teased by the sleeve, which shrunk down and squeezed to properly fit his new, unique anatomy. The sensations were almost [b]too[/b] much for Scott, who wanted to cry out with delight, but he felt a sense of shame in knowing that he was being watched.

Even if he could let out a moan, it wouldn't matter what he wanted to say: he knew that he could only ever make one sound, ever again.

A small video was already being recorded on the smartphone of one of the technicians as they did everything they could to burst Scott free from the ball. At this point, they at least owed him the effort, even if they knew they couldn't save his humanity. The very idea of Scott as a person was fading as the last of his tufted hair fell out, replaced by a tall, proud fin upon his head, and finally, from the back of his tailbone, a small flesh began to wiggle out, until it burst away from his body, and a bone immediately shot out to fill it. A small ridge of fins was growing upon his back, immediately covering the newly born tail, as the milking machine squeezed around the base of Scott's cock, holding the knot steady so that it could simulate a tie.

"Collecting semen sample," the machine echoed, as Scott cried out with a mingled fear and delight. "[b]Vaporeon![/b]" he yelled out at the top of his shifted lungs, crying his own name as the very tip of his strange, new anatomy spilled into the sleeve. A small chamber opened up inside the sleeve and collected as much of the sticky, heated seed as it could, but sure enough, excess cum began to run back out of the sleeve and into Scott's lap as the machine shook from how hard his hips bucked against it.

Panting, exhausted, and finally released from his shackles, Scott fell forward, spilling into his own mess a little bit as the machine was finished with him. "Extraction complete. New Vaporeon registered and documented," the computer declared, and finally, the pokeball allowed itself to be manipulated from the outside.

It took only one press of the button on the front to free Scott, who was no longer anywhere near human. His muzzle was still slowly growing out from his cheeks, and his eyes were growing wider as the crowd gasped, able to see a man that was still ever-so-slightly human, but clearly on the verge of being a completely wild, feral Vaporeon. Even in his own mind, he already believed that to be his identity.

"W...what the hell do we do with him?" asked one of the technicians, as they stared Scott down. He was mildly hostile, as one might expect, and a low, rumbling growl emerged from his throat as his fins flared up at his potential attackers.

"Put him back in the ball and take him to the lab," instructed one of the security guards, knowing what kind of incredible breakthrough they'd actually accomplished that day. "Not like Scott can sue us like this, anyway...we may as well see what kind of little miracle we've created."

It wasn't easy for the R&D team to successfully trap Scott back in a pokeball, but with the advanced technology that Silph kept in their warehouses, they knew it was just a matter of time before they had him back in the laboratory. Security slowly ushered the crowd out of the warehouse and made sure that any videos of the incident were deleted, and no one ever spoke of anyone named 'Scott' ever again...