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PokeMOM: Red & Blue (Monthly tale - 39)
🕑 Added 2021-07-22 01:01:55 +0000 UTC(Woman into pokemon)
The infinite layers of reality, all adjacent one next to another and all in one place at the same time. Infinite possibilities, constrained only by the limits of every natural world. What would being able to see beyond those constraints do to that seemingly solid status quo? The ability to witness what could be possible.
Would the thin dividing line between fantasy and nature collapse?
Would such an incredible gift be wasted in the pursuit of knowledge?
Maybe it would be of better use to those that seek pleasure, yet, it wouldn’t be that rare if it was wasted on profit, greed and other equally pitiful pursuits.
But perhaps, just perhaps... it would be an excuse for adventure...!
Altered Realities™ - 1996
After pressing start the teasing melody holds its breath for a brief instant before the sprite professor appears on the screen.
“Hello there!” she said enthusiastically. “Welcome to the world of POKEMON! I am Professor Tree MissGo, but you can call me PROF. TREE!”
She disappears and is replaced by another sprite, a large bear-like creature with an incredibly relaxed expression, lazily resting and snoozing in a very comfy way. The massive beast seems to be female as indicated by the large pair of furry breasts above her giant belly.
Prof. Tree continues her speech.
“This is a POKEMON! But you surely already knew that! A SNORLAX to be exact, but just a couple of days ago she was the town’s baker! Amazing, isn’t it? Pokemon can be wild or legendary, all of them are fantastic creatures, but there’s no doubt in my head that the best ones come from the bond between a trainer and a lady with a heart willing to become a companion pet! I sure do love seeing them transform!”
The snorlax lady goes away and then the player’s avatar appears.
“But, of course, first of all! Are you a girl? A boy? Nonbinary?”
Terence yawned and scratched his belly, the chubby young man was in his bedroom, laying down on his bed with his pocket video game console in his hands. The guy’s pose and demeanour wasn’t that different from that of the snorlax.
Despite it being well past midday he was still in his pajamas.
The lad meandered between those options, going up and down for a while.
He selected “girl”.
It was right after that when the room’s door opened and his Aunt Maisie entered and groaned with discomfort.
“Holy shit! That smell!”
Maisie walked directly towards the window, raised the blinds and opened them.
She was a mature lady with juicy curves. Age had treated her well. Having just come back from her morning jog her ebony skin was sweaty, she was still wearing her sporty garb and had her curly blonde hair tied back in a long ponytail.
From his position on the bed Terrence complained.
“You could at least knock before storming in! I could have been doing something important...!”
His aunt looked at him with a sharp grin.
“Masturbating?“ she asked, Terrence immediately lost his voice and demeanor and the woman rolled her eyes and sighed. “Terry, it’s past midday!”
With Auntly grace and skill she began to pick dirty clothes up from the floor, kneeling down and jiggling her generous rear that was wrapped in lycra yoga pants
“I...” Terrence scratched the back of his neck. “I know, I was just about to get up...”
Maisie got down on all fours to reach a sock that was hiding under the bed.
“You were playing one of those brain frying gizmos, you still have the damned thing in your hands!” her voice echoed from beneath the mattress.
“Y-Yeah...” mumbled Terrence, glancing quickly at the screen.
His aunt got up and began to place the clothes in a basket.
“I asked you to clean up before I came back,” Maisie kept doing her chores without ever looking at the young man. “Seriously, you didn’t even get out of your pyjamas...” she pointed that out whilst folding Terrence’s underwear. “Tshhh... Honey, I love you, but if it keeps going like this I will... I will have to do what my friends say...”
The mention of Maisie’s womanly group of jogging companions made Terrence frown.
“What? Oh, I see, you went for a coffee instead of jogging, typical! What did that bunch of bitchy troll harpies tell you this time?”
Maisie only needed one glance to make her nephew shut up again, she continued her task of folding, but the tension in the room had risen noticeably.
“My tits have more sweat on them now than you have had for the past six months, so don’t you dare suggest I’m lazy,” she explained in a calmly authoritative tone. “And if my friends are a bunch of slutty absurd monsters then you can be 100% sure that I’m one too, understand?”
Terrence avoided looking in his aunt’s direction, instead holding his video game stiffly.
“...nobody doubts that...” he muttered quietly in the hopes Maisie wouldn’t hear it.
But she did and got up, hands on her hips and a piercing stare in the eyes.
“What did you say, boy?”
The boy shook his head and began to sweat.
“N-nothing!” he swore.
“Terrence!” Maisie had stopped using his nickname, which meant she was totally serious. “If that makes me a monster then so be it, but my bitchy friends are right: This can’t keep going and it isn’t going to!”
Although his aunt spoke with firm certainty, it was obvious that it hurt her deeply to say what she thought.
“What do you mean...?” Terrence dared to ask.
Maisie raised a finger.
“One month, you have one month to find an apartment to rent and a job.”
The console trembled in Terrence’s hands, his eyes itching with moisture.
“You’re kicking me out?!”
“Yes...!” his aunt paused, pursed her lips. “No... just in part. I’ll give you the security deposit, but you... You can’t stay rolling around in your own misery forever, you have to stand up for yourself...”
“You can’t be serious...!”
“I am, Terry, I am... Look, I love you, I would give anything to help you move on with your life, to get into your great adventure, but...” she opened her arms frustratedly, pointing around the young man’s messy room. “It can’t stay like this, it will never be... Trust me, it’s going to be for the best for both of us, you will thank me. It’s time to leave the nest.”
Terrence had tears in his eyes, he felt angry... and horny for some reason, his penis hard between his legs. He would have smashed the console if he didn’t consider it one of his lifesavers.
“Yeah, okay, thanks...” he muttered, grinding his teeth and focusing his attention back on the game.
His aunt sighed.
“Don’t be childish, Terry, please...”
“Sure, Terry...”
“Son...”
“I’m not, I get it, you’re kicking me out, fine, thanks for nothing.”
“Nothing? I’m a thirty nine year old woman who cleans your goddamn underwear.”
“Then go do that and leave me alone,” he sobbed, quickly rushing through the game’s tutorial. “I have a lot to think about...”
Maisie’s eyes also itched, she felt a widening breach opening between herself and her nephew... she didn’t enjoy it, that coldness, that anger...
But it was the right thing to do, she was sure of that.
No matter what.
“We’ll talk at dinner.“
His aunt began to pick up the remaining dirty laundry. Terrance reached that point of the game, earlier than expected.
TREE: Now choose your starter POKEMON! Grass, fire or water! Think carefully, she will be your companion in adventure from now on and a POKEMON for the rest of her days!
Terrence didn’t actually think about it much, the emotional turmoil, and his erection, didn’t let him think straight. He chose squirtle without much consideration, the best for the early gyms, he had read in a guide. Also having a giant turtle monster with water cannons on it’s shell seemed the cooler of the three.
He pressed the button just as Maisie began to walk towards the door carrying the basket of dirty clothes.
He pressed the button, there was a flash and a zap, and the pokeball was tossed, actually tossed into the real world. The red and white ball, a tool created to catch and keep pokemon, materialized out of nowhere, spinning in the air making a perfect arc.
Directly towards Maisie’s face.
“What the...!” shouted Terrence. his eyes wide open.
Maisie looked at him just in time to see the ball about to hit her.
“What the...!” she also shouted, too surprised to dodge or escape her fate.
The pokeball hit her directly on the forehead.
“AY!” she cried as the ball opened in mid-air and a beam of red energy surrounded her whole body. In the last instant before the outrageous disaster she looked directly at her nephew. “Terryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-!”
Loudly, in a flash of red, all of Maisie’s body mass was pulled into the ball.
Her scream stretched as she was dematerialized, sucked and compressed into a space created specifically for pokemon. The ball engulfed the whole aunt and then closed up.
“Maisie...!” Terrence gasped.
Then, with his body feeling very odd, he stood up. The ball, the basket of laundry and Maisie’s empty exercise clothes and belongings had dropped to the floor.
Terrence got up from his bed with a jump, he was sorta cramped and his penis quite erect, but the fear for his aunt made him ignore those things, at least for the moment. Leaving the video game console on top of the blankets he rushed towards the pile of clothes and began to look through them.
“Maisie...! Aunt Maisie...!” he said as he worriedly searched. “Aunt Maisie!”
He kicked away the basket, tossed the laundry behind his back, left and right. Maisie’s empty, but still warm and sweat-dampened clothes were there, a round bump tangled inside, shaking and glowing with a tiny red light.
The guy pulled away his aunt’s shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. The empty sneakers, with the empty socks, the pants... the pokeball had landed right inside them and was now resting on top of the woman’s panties.
It was still shaking.
Terrence held his breath, witnessing as the ball shook slightly a couple more times, the red light in the middle glowed and...
PING!
The pavlovian sound indicating a pokemon had been successfully caught.
He couldn’t believe what had just happened, it made his chest hurt. After gulping he picked up the pokeball with both hands.
It was heavier than he had imagined... warm...
Clearly, something was inside...
“Aunt Maisie...” he whispered, his face growing paler.
On the floor he saw the scrunchie his aunt used to hold back her hair, but also, in the panties, there was a tiny gold piercing.
That meant two things.
Firstly: The pokeball had trapped every ounce of Maisie’s mass, but not her clothes or belongings...
Secondly: His aunt had her vagina pierced, because he had never seen that gold jewellery before.
He was becoming hotter by the second. Lifting his hands he put the ball, which wasn’t any bigger than his palm, near his face.
His aunt was trapped in there.
Impossibly squeezed into a small round space that wasn’t made for the likes of her because she wasn’t a pokemon.
Yet.
Terrence could perfectly imagine the woman inside the sphere, gasping, grunting and snorting. Contorted into an uncomfortable posture. Her head between her breasts, one leg behind her neck, barely able to move.
Her pussy and ass kissing the walls, sweating profusely in that tiny suffocating space.
If she was a pokemon that would have been an environment perfect for her type and species, but as a human it was worse than a sauna.
That image of his aunt balled up and nude, helpless and humiliated, made Terrence bite his lips... and his cock grew loose in a way he could have never expected, but maybe should have...
Cum soaked his underwear, there was a loud moan and his legs wobbled like pure jello before he collapsed. The pokeball slipped from his hands and bounced and rolled around, making Maisie’s compromising situation even worse.
On his knees Terrence kept moaning, feeling a tingle spreading from the tips of his toes to the very top of his head. A pleasantly sensual tingle that made his balls shrink in a very literal way.
“Wha... Whaaa... Whaaa...” he gasped, sweating. “WHAAAAAAAA!”
His pants fell off as his body contracted, fat and muscle quickly decreased.
Terrence looked at his hands, his fingers reduced in size right before his eyes, becoming thinner... more...
“Feminine...” his voice did indeed sound girly when he said the word.
Body hair fell, his whole body fluctuated and shifted, becoming slightly slimmer and shorter. By the time he felt the tingle swelling his chest he had already figured out what was going on.
“Oh... Goddammmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”
He bit his lips fiercely when the changes reached his sex.
His dick shrank, his scrotum was sucked into a pair of ovaries and the tender lips of a hole formed, already wet with lust.
“P-Pussy...!” she gasped.
Her hair grew a little, but not much, acquiring a pleasant tone of rust, as her breasts grew to a size her aunt would have been proud of as her face softened and rounded.
And so Terrence became Terry.
Terry the girl pokemon trainer.
Only her now too big pyjama top remained on the plump young woman. She had her face against the floor and was masturbating with both hands with a silly smile on her face.
She did it until her toes curled as she experienced her first female orgasm.
It lasted quite a long time.
On the floor the girl giggled sillily whilst exploring her body beyond that simple sexual act. From the softness of her amazing breasts to the curve or her well built rear, there was no trouble in accepting the changes, no fear or worry.
It was deeply liberating, as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders, the one that had held her down for so long had vanished with the fresh morning rain... and powerful foundation shaking orgasm.
The woman got up on her knees, measuring her tits with both hands.
“Well,” she giggled. “I did choose girl!”
It would have been easy to slide right then and there into more self-congratulating self-pleasure, but Terry remembered that, despite how well she had taken her sudden sweet gender transition, that there was a person she should be worrying about.
Aunt Maisie.
The pokeball.
After a quick look around she found the red and white ball resting upside down against one of the bed’s legs. With a now tender pair of hands she picked it up and moved it close to her face.
The catching device was still weighty and imagining her naked aunt precariously trapped in that small sphere made her new pussy tingle a bit too much.
“Aunt Maisie...?” she asked.
There was no answer, but the ball shook very slightly.
She needed to free her aunt from the ball which, as an aspiring pokemon trainer shouldn’t be too hard. Carefully she inspected the ball, slowly spinning it in her hands, and pushed the middle button.
Nothing happened.
Terry scratched her head.
“It shouldn’t be that hard,” she frowned, annoyed, wondering about a solution when she remembered something.
She stood up, blushing and with a smile on her lips, extended her arm...
“Maisie, I choose you!”
Nothing happened again.
“Oh...” Terry took another look at the pokeball, shook her lips, tried again. “Aunt Maisie, I choose you...?”
Nothing.
“Hmm...” the young woman rubbed her chin. “What’s failing? She’s my...” her expression froze for a second. “My pokemon...” she mumbled slowly.
Her mind realized the weight behind that claim, a claim that was all too surely going to become very, very true.
After all, whatever was happening had already made her a girl.
The idea made her groin tingle with excitement, her brain troubled with conflicting feelings.
Yet her poke-aunt was still trapped in the pokeball.
Terry sat on the bed and immediately heard a number of clacking noises. Looking at her side she saw her pocket video game console, it was changing, transforming in a very mechanical way. It flattened, becoming bigger and red, she immediately recognized what it was.
“A pokedex!” was her enthusiastic exclamation when she picked it up. The new device was empty of pokemon information, but it was filled with hers. It had already registered all of her info, including a picture and her trainer ID number.
She had a pokeball and a pokedex, but there was still something that didn’t work, something missing. Without many options she just pointed the pokedex to the pokeball.
The pokedex buzzed in her hands and filled up with a new entry.
When the holo-projection appeared Terry gasped.
And then blushed.
A small but perfectly accurate digital representation of Aunt Maisie appeared, rotating above the pokedex’s screen. Her digital aunt was in a semi-T pose and had a mildly blank expression on her face.
Was also totally naked.
Seeing her aunt suddenly depicted in such a blatantly, crude and nude way had been quite a surprise, but Terry kept looking at the display, feeling a bit envious about the size of her aunt’s boobs and butt.
The pokedex began to fill up with Maisie’s information.
Maisie Ruth Wright
Species: Human (Sporty MILF Cougar)
Type: Normal
Gender: ♀
Abilities: Imposing
Birth: 3/1/1954 (Age: 42)
Caught: 7/8/1996
Terry frowned hard.
“I knew she had lied about her age!”
The device kept adding data, starting with all of Maisie’s measurements, from height, to weight, to bust size to more abstract things like: Details of how many times she had bred, which was quite a lot, or how many eggs she had laid, which was zero at present. The last thing was a pretty long summary of Maisie’s life right up to the point at which she had argued with her nephew and got caught as a pokemon.
Not a single nub of privacy was left for her aunt, but it didn’t solve Terry’s issue of not being able to open the pokeball.
Until...
Her eyes opened wide as the words seemed to glitch and a sequence of changes occurred rewriting the information. It began by erasing Maisie’s name and then a few more things.
Squirtle
Species: Tiny Turtle (Former: Human Sporty MILF Cougar)
Type: Water
Gender: ♀
Abilities: Torrent // Rain Dish
Birth: 3/1/1954 (Age: 42)
Caught: 7/8/1996
Then the summary of Maisie’s life, her troubles and accomplishments, was quickly replaced by a mockingly shorter entry.
After birth, its back swells and hardens into a shell. Powerfully sprays foam from its mouth.
And Terry finally understood.
“I didn’t give her any nicknames yet,” she extended her arm once more and said. “Squirtle, I choose you.”
The pokeball opened, a beam of crackling red energy came out, shaped into the silhouette of a busty woman and Maisie appeared.
Still naked of course.
As soon as she had fully materialized and was free her aunt fell onto her ass with her legs spread.
“AAAHHHHHHH!” she grabbed her neck, touching her sweaty and naked body in panic and shock. “Holy shit...! Holy shit...! Holy shit...!”
Terry tried to approach her.
“Aunty! Calm down, it’s fine, you’re out!”
Maisie recoiled.
“Who the fuck are you?!”
“It’s me! Terry! Terrence? I... Uh... changed a bit, but it’s fine... I... I kinda like it...”
Her aunt wasn’t too convinced by the girl’s short heartfelt explanation, perhaps because the young woman’s shaved and puffy pussy was being shown off below the shirt she was wearing.
But it was indeed Terrence’s pyjama top... and she had spent the last half-hour shrunken and compressed inside a ball...
“Terrence...?” her aunt asked slowly.
“Yes, it’s me, I swear!”
Her aunt cleared her throat.
“That’s... That’s nice I guess, but... just a tiny little thing...but... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”
“That’s a fair question,” her used-to-be-nephew agreed. “I’m not sure, we are changing.”
Maisie frowned.
“What do you mean ‘we’ ?”
Terry tapped her fingertips together, looking down, more nervous about what she was going to say than about her aunt’s nudity.
“Aunty... I think... I’m sure, that you are going to become a pokemon, my starter pokemon.“
Her aunt blinked a couple of times.
“Excuse me?”
“You are a squirtle.”
“The fuck is a squirtle?!”
“A water type turtle pokemon.”
There was a moment of silence between the two women, then Maisie began to get up.
“Okay, that’s enough of this nonsense!”
“But...”
“No buts, no bullshit! I don’t have a clue what’s going on, on top of me being naked, sweaty sore and finding out that you are now a woman! You want to add that I’m going to become a stupid pokimon on top of all that?! No thanks!”
“Pokemon.”
“I DON’T CARE! It’s not happening!”
“It already happened.”
“No!” cried her aunt, defiantly putting her hands on her hips, proudly showing off her body. “I am a woman! A human woman! Not a stupid made up turtle from one of your stupid games! Understood?!”
Terry wasn’t convinced by her aunt’s declaration.
“I’m sure...” Terry looked at her aunt’s eyes. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t willing to help me in my adventure.”
Maisie’s aunt’s face froze, she grew stiff and felt the cold in her pussy.
“...I...” her voice failed, she coughed. “I didn’t mean... I mean I did mean, I would help you, no matter what, but it can’t be... it isn’t going to be...” she starting to freak out as she moved her hands to her chest, the foggy images dancing in her mind since was got caught by the pokeball began to define themselves. “No...” she shook her head, taking a step back. “I’m not a pokemon! I’m not a squirtle squero! SQUERO SQUERO SQUERO!”
Silence once again. Her aunt grabbed her neck with both hands.
“Why... Why did I do that?”
Her nephew pointed the pokeball at her.
“Squirtle, come back.”
The ball opened, a red beam of energy engulfed Maisie and pulled the mature woman back inside without giving her a say in the matter.
When the ball closed Terry moved it closer to her face.
“You are a pokemon, my pokemon, and this is your pokeball,” Terry told her trapped aunt.
The occupant of the ball didn’t shake, she was too busy having a tiny existential crisis.
Terry extended her arm.
“Squirtle, I choose you.”
There was no surprise this time when Maisie came out of her ball, no screaming or chaos. Just a cold stare shared between the two women as the weight of what was about to happen settled on their shoulders.
“Aunty...?” mumbled Terry.
“Squero... Squero, squero...” mumbled her aunt, she grabbed her sides. “Fuckin squero, this is really, really gonna... SQUERO!” she shouted and then a bunch of bubbles came out her mouth. “What... What the heck!” she gasped, rubbing her neck and lips as the bubbles exploded.
“You are a water type.”
“What the freaking squero does that mean!” as she yelled more, refusing explanations, she felt her body contract, her cheeks turned red with shame. “No...! NO! SQUERO!” bubbles came out of her pussy as she leant back, spreading her legs. “Is this normal too?!” she cried.
Terry wasn’t sure.
“I guess... You are a pokemon that was once human...”
“Why does it have to be so SQUERO humiliating!”
When the beam of vaginal bubbles came to an end her aunt fell to her knees.
Groaning and moaning, the woman embraced herself, getting ready for the next wave of inevitable changes. Her used-to-be-nephew rose up to go to her aid, but she stopped her by raising a hand... and then said something that surprised her as much as Terry...
“You are a trainer... My trainer... You can’t squero help me with this...” Maisie’s heart beat hard in her chest. “I have to do it myself... squero, squero!”
Terry obeyed her aunt’s demand, not for the first time, but maybe the last.
Maisie grabbed her large ebony buttocks and spread them, she bent her back, moaned and a short blunt curly tail with a light-blue tone burst from the top of her arse.
She panted, and touched her new appendage.
“This is so totally squero...” the woman complained.
“It’s as if you were evolving,” Terry told Maisie with a tone of shy amazement in her voice.
“Evolving?” barked Maisie as she got up into a squat. “You must mean devolving...!” she closed her eyes. “Fuckin squeroooooooooooo!” she clenched her teeth.
Her hair quickly fell from her head, it slid between her fingers, from the shock a bubble came out of her mouth.
“It’s not so bad,” Terry tried to comfort.
“I’M BALD!” cried Maisie. “SQUERO!”
The poke-aunt’s back snapped forward and curved as it started to harden into a brown shell. Whilst Maisie touched her hardening back her skin began to change into the same light-blue tone that her tail had.
While in that squatting pose she watched as her arms and tits turned blue.
“I’m a freak!” she lamented.
“You are a squirtle.”
“...squero...”
The front of her body was also hit by the changes, hardening just like her back into a shell, but of yellow tone instead of brown. With a wetly pleasurable sensation her sex slid to the base of her tail, forming a cloaca with her anus from which another beam of bubbles shot.
In that front shell a pair of boob-sockets were carved, open at the top to make the tiny turtle pokemon look as if she had a teasing bust, her tits remained in her shrinking body, her stiff nipples were of a darker blue than the rest of her skin.
Fingers and toes merged, leaving her with only three clawed digits at the ends of each rapidly shrinking limb. She used the top ones to touch her scaley smooth skin, as she realized that she was enjoying it.
It felt good, raw, beyond something just sexual.
“Ssss-sque-ero!”
Despite the metamorphosis slowly erasing the fitness she had fought so hard to maintain, compressing her body into a way shorter and plumper form, she felt herself vibrating, refreshed, rejuvenated.
As if she was truly young again.
“W-Water type...!” she babbled.
The potential of a raging ocean roared into her heart and glittered in her eyes.
The shrunken poke-aunt saw splashing mirages of what her future might hold as a pokemon. She saw herself looking large and powerful, a titan with cannons on her back shell and humongous breasts on her front, stronger than any other.
Monstrously, just the thought made her giggle, she wanted to go out, she wanted to fight, to evolve, reach her maximum... for her trainer...
“Aunty!”
Terry’s plea made Maisie open her eyes, she had to look up to see her nephew’s face despite her being down on her knees. Maisie’s own face was transforming, her nose and ears reduced into holes in her bald blue head, her eyes larger.
“Squero!” gurgled the woman who was about to lose her humanity. “You are my squero trainer! I wanna be squero strongest! I will win no matter squero!”
The girl smiled softly.
“You can be sure that we will become pokemon champions! You are the best, Aunt Maisie, I wouldn’t want any other squirtle as my starter!”
Maisie’s body shook, the snaps and cracks of her shrinking slowing down.
“SqueeeeeeeeerrrRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”
She came.
The pokemon raised her head and fired a long beam of bubbles that exploded into the ceiling... and then just compressed her whole body, tits and tail included, inside her shell.
Terry lowered her arm, the small shell trembled in front of her. Carefully she picked it up, it was easy to distinguish the upper part thanks to the boob-sockets.
“Aunty?” she asked and shook the shell slightly.
Slowly the pokemon came out.
A cute & sexualized female squirtle with an impressive bust. Trainer and pokemon looked at one another... and the trainer chuckled first.
“You can’t really complain, weight always worried you and now you have lost more than you ever could have as a woman,” she giggled. “At least until we manage to make you evolve into a blastoise.”
The squirtle narrowed her eyes, annoyed, she proceeded to inflate her boobs.
“What are you-?” Before Terry could finish her question her pokemon shot a spray of water directly into her face.
They both laughed and the girl hugged the squirtle.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for doing this for me, I couldn’t do it alone...”
“Squero, squero.”
Terry put her pokemon down.
“Give me five minutes!” Exclaimed the girl enthusiastically as she left the room.
Maisie sat down, a moment of calm after the storm of conflict and transformation. She looked at the stubby appendages that were now her arms and closed her three claws.
It was real, she was no longer human, but a pokemon, a squirtle despite having little to no clue what either of those things meant. She still remembered herself, or her past self, the lusty busty aunt, it was part of her just as much as the shell covering her back.
A shade of uncertainty passed over her thoughts... something telling her that when the adventurous journey was over she might not want to ever be Maisie the woman again... even if that was possible...
It was certainly scary.
But also... alluring...
Exciting.
The door to the room opened and Terry re-entered, she had dressed herself for the adventure using Maisie’s sports wardrobe.
“I hope it doesn’t upset you too much, squirtle, you aren’t gonna need them anymore.”
“Squero...”
Terry picked up the pokedex and the pokeball, tightened the straps of her backpack and finally put on a hat.
“I’m ready!” she exclaimed and nobody could tell her otherwise. “You probably don’t wanna go back into your pokeball right now,” she told her pokemon whilst kneeling down. “So just climb onto my shoulder.”
Maisie tapped her claws uneasily, but seeing the blue haired young woman, her nephew, radiating so much confidence...
She just hopped onto her shoulder, happy with her role, as silly it might have been.
“Ready?!”
“SQUERO!”
Trainer and pokemon left the house, they hadn’t just been changed, but moved, because once outside they were in the world of Pokemon, a world full of promise and possibilities.
They took the path towards the tall grass outside of town.
Behind them, in the house, Terry had left the TV on, there was a movie playing, four boys were walking down a railroad track...
