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There was nothing sinister at all about the laboratory. It was small and cozy, just like the small sleepy town spread out down the snowy hills. No secret projects were brewing here, nor any groundbreaking work, but all pokemon researchers had to start somewhere.

Ann approached the quiet building as she did any other, bundled up in a thick fur lined coat and her blonde hair covered under a woolen cap. The lab had no dress code, nor did it have many rules at all come to think of it. The casual nature of the job bothered her a bit, not the type of atmosphere that would forge the next famous professor of pokemon. Much as she daydreamed about it, no mysterious undiscovered pokemon had yet appeared in the frosty mountains above them. There was nothing in sight that she could leverage to get some recognition. Alas, another lazy day was ahead.

Swiping her ID at the door, Ann walked into the museum of ancient computer equipment inside. Big boxy computers hummed serving double time as heaters for the room. Sitting at one of the terminals was Ann's lone coworker and supervisor, a portly man as unkempt as a viking. Douglas Fir. With a name like that, she was sure he could put up quite a competition to her rise to fame. He clattered noisily at a keyboard, the letters long ago worn away by the super-human quantity of finger sweat the man produced.

He turned and waved to her, "Morning!"

"Hey," She muttered in response, heading to the coffee machine sitting on an old busted pokemon healing machine shoved into one corner.

Before she could get to the bitter elixir, she stepped into something soft and gooey. Looking down, she found a giant wad of bubblegum oozing across the metal floor tiles.

"Say, Doug? How did a ditto get in here?"

She lifted her foot, the tendrils of goo clinging to her boot but finally snapping back. The ditto seemed unphased, staring at her with obliviousness. Doug chuckled as he rolled his chair noisily up.

"That's our new friend. Looks like you've made a good impression on him,"

The boot print in the ditto slowly melted back into its formless body and Ann stepped back from the thing before it could reach a curious tendril toward her leg.

"They shipped it in from Goldenrod this morning," Doug explained, "Supposedly they didn't have room for it so I figure hey- maybe it can be our mascot,"

He grinned ear to ear at that as if it were a revolutionary idea. Ann only raised an eyebrow.

"Are we sure we need a mascot? We barely have electricity,"

The ditto oozed toward the basement stairs. Doug ran to a corner and rolled out a mop and bucket which had the words <Containment Unit> scrawled over it by a marker.

"The rascal keeps escaping on me," Doug shook his head while smiling.

The ditto wasn't the only one that wanted to escape from the po'dunk lab. Ann shrugged it off and soldiered through a morning of menial computer tasks, checking off inventory and reviewing bulletins and recent findings, clicking and clacking on the ancient keyboard with the occasional coffee break to disrupt the monotony.

As the day wore on, two o'clock syndrome struck with a vengeance and Ann's eyes were growing heavy with a few hours still on the clock. The lines of data on her terminal grew blurry and before she knew it, her face was buried in her arms.

In her dreams, Ann saw a smoky room lit by hanging industrial lights. A crowd gathered around a boxing ring shouting and jeering while others exchanged money. One symbol became clear on the mat- a large, red R.

Two big paper mache pokeballs were lowered from the ceiling on strings into opposite corners of the ring. Soon after coming to a rest the pokeballs were ripped apart as the midgets within burst out, one wearing a cardboard squirtle shell and the other with a furry meowth's tail clipped to his pants. As they began to clobber one another with bricks and golf clubs, the view turned away into a side office flanked by two Rocket Grunts one of which opened the door. A shadowy figure waited in the office inside.

"I presume you've made a breakthrough?" The figure asked.

A voice behind the eyes answered nervously.

"The uh...the project is making progress. However, there are some rather unfortunate side effects w-with the person it copies.."

A laugh broiled out from the shadow, "No worries, doctor. The health of our targets is no concern as you ought to have guessed by now. How soon can we get them into production?"

Before the second voice could answer, there was a commotion outside. A door had been kicked in and voices were shouting for everyone to get on the floor as armored figures poured inside.

"Ay dios mio! La policia!" The midget dressed as a squirtle screamed at the top of his lungs.

Several pops preceded clouds of teargas rising up, plunging the room into chaos and shouting. The view flashed to an alleyway as the viewer ran, the sound of ragged breathing coming from above. All at once, the person tripped and glass shattered loudly fracturing the final view of the concrete.

Ann awoke with a snort, instantly aware that something slimy was touching her. Eyes snapping up, she spotted the ditto and recoiled up and away in her seat.

"Woah...that was freaky," She muttered, eyeing the pink blob.

"There you are!"

Douglas rolled up with the containment unit and wrangled the ditto back into the bucket with the mop. Ann shot him a somewhat sheepish look.

"Sorry. Guess I dozed off.." She apologized while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She considered telling him about the strange dream but he only waved a hand dismissively.

"No worries. Weekend's only like five minutes away anyways. You can head out if you want,"

Later that evening, Ann found herself laying in bed staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. The strange dream from earlier simply would not leave her mind. No longer groggy and in the midst of the daily grind, she could think over the events with a bit more clarity.

That ditto..I know it made contact with me. But could it have caused the dream? Was it trying to show me all that?

Ann went over the basics of what she knew about the blobs. They copied other pokemon...duplicated DNA. Information- could that be it? That dream could have actually been a memory, a communication of sorts.

A sudden epiphany caused her to jolt upright in the bed. Her prayers had been answered at long last. A pokemon with a mysterious ability, that it had revealed to her alone. It was the break she had been waiting for, it had smacked her right in the face and she had been too groggy to realize it in the moment.

What am I doing laying around then? I'll need to get to the bottom of this right away and start studying it!

Already she had a battery of tests and experiments planned out by the time she arrived at the dark, silent lab. She flicked the switch near the door and waited patiently as the lights came on in random sections, flickering over the computers, desks and junk cluttering the place.

Walking to the broom closet, she opened the door to find the containment unit inside but vacant. The pokemon must have slipped out and squeezed itself under the door. She couldn't find it anywhere in the lab proper. It was then that her eyes fell upon the door leading down into the basement. She didn't often wander down there, where Douglas disappeared for his coffee and lunch breaks throughout the day. Pushing the door open, a wash of light from a computer screen could be seen at the bottom of the tiled steps.

The ditto's curiosity had indeed led it downstairs. Prodding with tendrils among the ancient computer equipment down there, it had accidentally awoken one of the machines. For hours it sat mesmerized in the glow of the things playing out on the computer screen. Its mind was every bit as malleable as its body, and the terabytes of hentai played out in front of a formerly innocent mind. Team Rocket had given the pokemon its unique ability but it was the sexy schoolgirls and tentacle monsters who truly awakened the pokemon's darker purpose.

Ann squinted in disgust at the scene on the computer's screen, but only for a moment as something clattered to the floor drawing her attention. What she assumed to be the ditto had knocked over a keyboard.

"There you are," She muttered, walking over.

Checking behind the computer where the keyboard had fallen, she found nothing on or under the table.

"Huh? Damn it, why are you so skittish all the sudden?" She asked.

That was when something slimy touched the top of her ear. She swatted at it on instinct, looking up to find something she couldn't entirely process at once. A mass of pink tentacles attached to the ceiling. All at once they stretched and surged over her, one of the thicker tendrils shooting straight down the front of her shirt and separating her breasts as it felt its way down between her legs. There was a thick coating of slime on the pokemon as it oozed down her cleavage and stomach.

Tackled to the ground, she was surrounded by the coils of goo until she was encased entirely and contorted as the pokemon manuvered her into a mating press of sorts. Only her bare feet stuck straight up out of the mass as one of the thick tentacles pulsated between them. Every tentacle was like a big warm tongue bathing her body top to bottom.

"Mmph! Let me go, you-"

Her toes curled as the tentacle thickened itself and thrust deeply to a slick popping sound.

"On second thought...faster!"

As she moaned with pleasure, a tentacle slopped into her mouth along with a flood of slime that was mercifully tasteless. She felt her flesh begin to move and stretch further, sticking to the tentacles longer as they worked her in every direction but most noticeably the large one pumping into her pussy. She had either been stripped or her clothes dissolved, either way she could tell that she was stark naked at this point.

The ditto, she realized, was doing something or another to her. Once more she was stretched upward, actually catching sight of her torso thinning with the motion before she snapped back to place. This crazy pokemon was turning her into rubber or something! As the ditto moved, it seemed to warm up and by the time she felt an orgasm clutch her, she was sweating.

Two more tentacles entered her, one in her ass and another down her throat. The ditto pressed in from all sides, compressing Ann's rubbery body down. It morphed and moved in the chaotic wet slicking sound.

Silence overtook the room for a few minutes, until a naked Ann stood up as the last bits of pink at her fingertips turned to the appearance of flesh. Glancing over her form a moment, she then looked down to the object between her feet. To assume someone's identity came with an unfortunate side effect, changing the target's DNA. Normally this would have been done quickly, but the ditto wanted to have some fun beforehand.

The original Ann had been reduced to just five inches tall, just her torso with her face frozen in the middle of one of the multiple orgasms the ditto had given her. Her body was a uniform pink, looking like the ditto originally had. Actually, she could have passed perfectly as an onahole.

Ann smiled down at herself and picked her up. The plumped up pussy was still dripping with slime and the thing was warm, still alive. She ran a finger across the opening which caused the onahole to quiver in pleasure. She then wiped the slime across the face of true Ann and plopped her down on a desk. She jiggled like jello and fell over with a plop.

Checking the security cameras later on, Douglas was naturally shocked at what he saw. He had to rewatch it several times in fact before informing the other labs as to what had happened.

What goals the mysterious experimental ditto could have been working toward, is anybody's guess. It was never seen again as far as anyone knows.

Ann, on the other hand, became well known in the scientific community although not in the way she had anticipated. Douglas made sure that everything from the diameter of her nipples to the elasticity of her orifices became well documented- often three or four times a day.