Nobody Likes a Karen(Pokemon Tg)

It was like a nerd Mecca, Pokemon's much talked about 18+ panel at the convention center and all Dash could think of in a crowd of wide eyed, excited "adults" was how full of shit they all were. It was the same baby shit. They just wanted an excuse to pass out shots so the developers could continue pretending like they gave a shit even if the last few games had been more on rails than a stage on Pokemon Snap. Which apparently was finally getting the sequel's release date announced. Yipee. The only reason he had popped in was for the free shot glasses with the weakest jello shots he had ever tasted. It mattered more that they were electric yellow for Pikachu and some horrible dark colored mix called a Rum and Machoke, which wasn't even a good pun! And these assholes were gobbling up their shit with smiles on their faces! To be fair he tried all of the free drinks too, but that just made his mood worse and at least he wasn't fucking honking like a trained seal at every mention of charizard and all their other bs. The only reason he was staying was for the q and a, excited to have a chance to dunk on these nerds, even if it meant wading through a crowd of idiotic nostalgia lickers. He started mentally answering them in his boredom as the line shrank.

"Will the next gen have the full national dex?"

Who gave a shit! They'd just mod them in or use whatever shit had replaced the game shark to fill it up anyways.

"Are you making a new Pokemon Stadium?"

Pokemon Stadium is the Infinite Jest of side Pokemon franchises. Does that make sense? No? Fuck you!

"Will I be able to transfer my Gameboy Advanced era Pokemon into the newer ones?"

Lol you still have those nerd? Sure you can, just pay us three hundred bucks for a shitty service that only works a quarter of the time cause we're just copy pasting our shit over.

"A-Are there going to be more leaders like Melony in the next ga-" Dash took the mic then, too drunk to wait any longer and unable to hold back his frustration.

"Look I'm sure all you horny losers are just waiting to hear about which mommy character can smother you with her thighs next generation while you cry alone into a soiled sock at night. I don't give a shit. And neither should you! These games are for babies! B-A-B-I-E-S who dribble over their old chew toys for a series whose greatest accomplishment these days is never changing. I thought I was pathetic but god damn you all take the cake, and judging by all those waist lines you've been eating as much of it as you could grab a hold of. Nothing about this shit is adult, nothing here is unique. The developers just want to get drunk and continue to do the bare minimum cause you fucking nerds would cum over a chinese ripoff of Ruby if GameFreak said it was the next game. Suck it losers!"

The crowd was more saddened than angered by his comments, clearly Dash's skills at dropping truth bombs hadn't faltered yet, but while he expected to be dragged out by security or attacked by some rabid fanboys, the last thing he expected was for the developer to smile after the translator had given him the gist of his rant, speaking in heavily accented English, "Come up here."

Usually he'd have left by now, but he was too drunk off their weak ass drinks to give much of a shit and it's not like they would do anything to him. Besides it wasn't often he got to tell a developer of a multibillion dollar franchise to suck it. As he went up, they asked, "Would you like test new game? Very interactive, for ah-dult."

Sure it was.

"I mean I'll give you credit for taking it like a champ. I guess you're used to bending over for Gamefreak so I'm no fun."

"Ohh it very fun!" He waved Dash over to a black table looking thing, the top part a dim white circle. Dash futzed around with it a bit, confused at what they were expecting of him.

"Uhh, I don't know if this is the new console after the Switch but this looks dumb and I think it's brok-AHHHHH!"

The inert white disc turned on suddenly, blinding light shooting directly into his eyes as he stumbled, his hands feeling slightly burnt and tingly from the sudden blast of energy.

"AGH What the fuck was that?!" The tingles ran up and down his body now, itching all over as he tried to shake out whatever the hell kind of electrical fuckup had shocked him.

"System is calibrated?" The developer was looking at one of the side techies who had started furiously typing, only pausing to nod before typing more. The PR person looked a tad concerned before they had something whispered in their ear, a clear switch going off as they went into sell mode.

"Exciting news! While this was supposed to be for the end of the event and the reason we made this adults exclusive, we are so lucky to have a volunteer to show off our newest game."

"What?" Dash had lost the plot of exactly what the fuck was going on. What were they saying he volunteered for? Also his body still fucking tingled, if he got some permanent damage from a Pokemon game he was 100% going to sue the shit out of them.

"While most developers were usually on gag orders to not mention a certain habit most of our fans partook on, things have changed after the success of certain games through their waifu marketing. We know you've all been craving some lewd official content and now that we have a healthy fanbase of adults to sell to, we are happy to provide said experience openly to the public! While most of this will be just on screens, we really must thank our brave volunteer once more. Are you ready?" He most certainly was not.

"What the fuck are you assholes even talking about? I didn't agree to shit! Fuck this I'm leaving with my shot glasses you hacks." Dash tried to leave, but then the developer signaled something and the tech guy hit the enter key, Dash's limbs locked in place.

"H-Huh? The fuck?!" He tried to move his legs, keep on walking, but it was like his brain had a psychic barrier in place, the thoughts clearly trying to leave his brain, but held back by some incomprehensible wall, his body stuck standing. Hell the only thing he could move was his mouth which he used to hurl curses and slurs at the developers, the audience, hell even the custodial staff in the back doing nothing. Ignoring him the presenters called back up the nerd he had pushed aside, one of the helpers replacing the microphone on the stand. The developer asked him, "You like Melony, but is there someone else you want more?" The dweeb seemed confused. Dash was furious

"Who gives a fuck what this jackass jerks off to? Let me go now or I swear I'm going to beat the shit out of you once I get past this stupid shit you're using. You hear me? I'm going to fuck you u-"

"K-Karen!" The shy audience member was blushing now, clearly embarrassed as they shifted side to side.

"Oh well isn't that fucking nice?! Let me out of here you fucking weirdoe-"

"Strip."

The command was issued nonchalantly, Dash confused as it seemed like an order placed at him. What kind of anime bullshit did this guy smoke? There was no way he was going to fucking strip before this fucking crowd of- Wh-why were his hands moving? Dash fought every inch of movement, his fingers fumbling with the buttons to his jeans, the other hand working on pulling up his shirt, untucking it and dragging the t's waistband up.

"H-Hey! What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" The whole crowd seemed confused, probably convinced he was a part of the presentation as his chest was exposed, his pants falling to the ground with a slight shimmy after he fully unzipped. Unable to control his body at all, he had to stand there horrified, a prisoner of his own body as his hands gripped the table, his hips moving suggestively after a slight tug down to teasingly drop his boxers, leaving his dick out for the whole crowd to see.

They laughed. Those fuckers all laughed at his naked body like they'd fare any better like this. From embarrassment and anger his cheeks were a beet red, his whole body tensing as a slew of bad dick jokes were tossed at him by the same nerds he had vocally mocked. While it was hard to make out singular ones amidst the bellowing jeers, the main point was succinctly summed up by the developer as he stared at it, snickering, "That's it?!" The crowd fucking loooved that shit, laughing at the angry man's tiny penis until he exploded.

"It's fucking cold in here you idiots! If it was warm or if any of you were even half decent to look at I guarantee I'd be- H-UNNGH MMM AHHH~!" He flinched, a bizarre sensation engulfing his dick.

Something was rubbing it, tenderly, expertly, like a horde of trained prostitutes had snuck their hands under the skin of his shaft as the rubbing traveled up and down. Like everything else he had tried to fight, his erection was no different, the shaft unfurling despite his panic, his anger, his shame at how good it felt as his cock continued to rise to full mast. And even at full mast, in the vastness of the exhibition space and his distance from the crowd, he could tell from the muffled snickers and punctuated giggling that clearly his junk wasn't as impressive as he thought it was. Even the presenter was snide.

"Well that certainly didn't live up to what was advertised on the box."

"F-Fuck you!" He could feel the tears threatening to well up, that being the one thing he wouldn't fucking allow these nerds to see. He wouldn't give them the pleasure of breaking him, no matter what they did, not noticing the nerd from before being ushered up as well.

"What's your name?" He seemed embarrassed to even share that, mumbling out, "E-Ethan..." That certainly amused the staff.

"Ah no wonder you feel so connected to gen 2! Well Ethan are you ready to get intimate with Karen?" He pointed at the bound Dash. That just made him blush more.

"I-I'm not into-"

"Oh don't worry, lets' not get ahead of ourselves Ethan, or should I say behind? Either way we're just getting started." Dash was seriously concerned by the nonchalance in the presenter's voice, and was that supposed to be a pun? What the fuck were these assholes going to do to him?! He went to yell, but was stopped as the table area his hands were glued to began to swivel, his whole body rotating to give Ethan and the audience a clear view of his ass, the sound of the techie's typing hitting a climactic key the only warning he had before his ass was assaulted by ungodly pleasure.

Everything he had felt in his dick was magnified in his ass, something squishy and malleable squirming under the flat folds, swelling up the cheeks as sharp stings ran down the pale flesh, hairs and sunspots popping off as his bones were forcefully grapples and massaged. He clenched his teeth, pursed his lips, did everything to stifle what came out of his mouth, hoping his anger could mask the notes of enjoyment in his moans. It was bad enough that they were doing something perverted to him, but did they have to make it feel this fucking good? He couldn't even properly curse them out, for fear that he'd sound more like a bitch in heat than a properly angry attack dog. To top it all off he could hear that nerd from before gasping and mumbling, probably getting off on whatever they were doing. At least it couldn't get any fucking wors-

"Impressive isn't it Ethan? Is it just like you imagined?"

"Oh my god!" What was so fucking impressive?!

"Go on, why don't you give it a touch?" It didn't take too much brain power to imagine what they were urging him on to do, Dash trying to urge his feet to move, his attempts only earning him more burning in them as if his body was punishing him for trying to escape, his toes jittering in their socks as he swore he could feel them melting down, his body utterly unable to fight back. Now he could hear footsteps approaching him. Shit should he curse them out? They looked meek enough, but what if they couldn't control it and instead accidentally encouraged it with- oh shit wait he was right behind he was righ-

"N-OOOOOOOH FUUUUUCK AHHHHHN!" The nerdy shit didn't just touch his ass, he gave it a proper feel, running his fingers along the swollen mass before forcefully pinching it, the sudden rush of sensation too much as Dash burned red, a guttural moan leaving him as he felt his cock sputter, hot liquid dribbling down his thighs as the crowd gasped at the on stage orgasm.

It felt so much harder to hold back after that first release, his gasps trembling out as Ethan continued to squeeze, his hands moving down to feel up his thighs as Dash felt his cock surely hardening once more, feeling pathetic as his body betrayed him, that terribly wonderful pleasure spreading as more slithery liquid forced itself into his thighs, the skin noticeably softening as it wrapped against his cock, everything getting more intense, as if some dark part of him that wanted him to cum was trying to encourage him to give in. Not that he would though this inexperienced asshat was making it hard.

He could tell that Ethan was probably a virgin from how hungrily he was groping his cheeks and thighs. Worse, he could feel the amateur roughness in it all really turning him on as it felt like his body was being roughly sculpted, their grip strength surprisingly strong as he dug into the plumpened thighs, Dash not able to hold back the squeals even if the developers were allowing him to resist, his knees buckling as they popped inwards, an especially harsh grab shattering his pelvis as the pain enhanced the pleasure, Dash cumming once more as his hips spread outwards.

"NGGGH AHH~ YES!" The yes slipped out before he could think, the crowd muttering along excitedly, the presenter picking up on his accidental emission as his cock had its own.

"And here I thought you were too good for this crowd. Seems like you're enjoying the extra attention from our fanbase." Fuck it, he was already this far gone, he wasn't going to let them see him squirm.

"FUCK Y-HOOO~ A-AT LEAST I'M A CONFIDENT F-HUUUCKING~ PERVERT! YOU CAN'T SHAME ME AND YOU'RE ONLY PROVING MY POINT THAT Y-NNGH-OU'RE NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF WEIRD PERVERTS GETTING OFF TO THIS! HIT ME WITH YOUR WORST, TRY TO MAKE ME YOUR LAME SLUT, I'LL JUST ENJOY IT!" The hall was silent, Dash happy to have finally shut them up. For a moment he felt in control, until the developer spoke up.

"Is stream up?" Those three words took a second to register, horror washing over him as he noticed a large screen in the corner of his eyes, showcasing everything that was happening to him. It was all being livestreamed. The techie made it worse.

"Well we actually had some issues at the start but it's been back up for the last minute, three million and growing." His face was burning, he wanted to collapse into a ball and vanish from the world.

"Well that was a shocking announcement. Not only is our interrupter an asshole, he's enjoying it! That's a bold thing to say to our millions of viewers, especially with so many people who know you watching Mark." God he wanted to die he wanted to... wait no did he just say his name? No they fucking guessed there's no fucking way.

"My NNGH AHH N-Name is Daaaaaaash~!" His cock was so erect it hurt, sweat running down his body in rivulets, strands of black hair starting to spread down his back.

"Oh no we double checked your friend ID and matched it with your entry pass when you entered. In fact we can bring up some of your friends and family if you want." Faces he hadn't seen since middle and high school were popping up, people he hated, who hated him, cousins and distant relatives alike all popping up to watch him squirm and moan, the shame burning as hair tumbled down his back in silky locks, his scalp tingling as the roots turned periwinkle.

"P-Please..." He was on the verge of breaking, his eyes watery, an indescribable emotion building in his chest.

"Oh you want us to show mercy?" He nodded desperate to stop this, scared at how far they'd go just to prove a point.

"Well the good news is we put it to a vote to everyone on this stream whether this should be the last time they ever have to see your face again. Would you like to see the results?" The table turned, Dash's chest thumping as he saw a bevy of smug grins from people he wanted to forget, assholes and mistakes, The pie graph showing only a thin sliver of no.

His grip tightened, pain running through the delicate bones of his face as they were gripped and shorn at by the muscle and skin above. Eventually it all dulled to a consistent hot bath of tortured pleasure, his chin cracking to a point, his eyes bursting open into wide, glaring jewels, the same color as his billowing mane of hair. It made it worse to know that people he knew were watching, his grip tightening until the clenched pressure shattered his hands, shrinking them down to dainty things, nails tinkling fruitlessly against the glass as they grew out, his arms shivering as all muscle, broadness, masculinity was stripped away, leaving them bare as they swelled with feminine fat.

His cheeks snapped to haughty excellence in tandem with his shoulders crunching inwards, his shoulder blades living up to their names as they hacked away at his frame, reducing it down to a compact back that heaved as he felt more of his identity stripped away, his voice the last to go as high, ecstatic screeches pierced the hall and echoed, his cock pumping away the last of his seed from his shrunken testicles.

"Ohh p-please." His whimpers sounded half moaned, his cock still trying to pump out something and firing blanks.

"PLEASE!" There was a notable throbbing in his head, something pressing against the cracks of his brain, trying to worm its way in, adding pressure but not doing much besides that. He couldn't take any more, his willpower, denial, confidence, all of it was being taken from him, leaving behind an empty pit that hungered to be filled. Oh god he needed it filled, his balls empty, his body struggling with need, his voice making it all the worse as his pained arousal produced sounds that'd make most porn stars blush. Before he knew it, he was staring at Ethan, his own erection sparking something primal, a hot puff of air escaping his cock as he begged,

"P-PLEASE FUCK ME!"

No why had he said that?! These fuckers must have done something he wasn't enjoying this, not even a little bit, he didn't want a f-fat juicy cock shoved down his throat and forced into his-

"H-AHHHHN~!" His hips bucked, thrusting his junk out as a thin treacle of clear fluid poured out, his testicles buzzing in the sac as they began to feel liquid, his nipples standing straight out, hard enough to cut diamonds, but barely large enough to even be noticed. The first changes to his ass had slowly been infecting his system, that subconscious desire turning to a very prominent need as he felt the changes wrap around his prostate and squeeze.

More unneeded testicle juice shot out, his g spot not just pressed but throttled as Ethan stepped in, his pent up breathing disgustingly present and disturbingly arousing as Dash could feel his skin prickling with goosebumps, needing a man, begging for one, even if this was the best that could be produced at the moment. Ethan reached him right as the last of his prostate was internally fucked, a fresh womb pulsating in his body, his cock struggling to stay hard as it didn't just feel spent, it felt nuked. He wanted to scream, to cry, to deny what his body very clearly wanted, demanded from within. All that came out was a pleased moan as the wimp finally reached him, arms ready to grab.

There was a type of charged hum that hung around Dash's sides as Ethan hovered over them, unsure of where to touch first. There was a churning swirl in his stomach that sickened him, his body almost repulsed by Ethan's touch. No that wasn't the right word, he just wanted it to be, his body repulsed at the idea of being fondled in this state, his masculine tummy and flat chest approaching shame feelings wise. Mind won over matter as Dash watched Ethan go to caress his sides, his waist slurping inwards like he was taking a comically deep breath, his stomach shrinking as he felt his sides collapse into a slim, curvy frame.

"Oh fuck! Ahhh~ N-No! S-Staaaahhhp!" It was such a sexy waist, begging to be held, his body increasingly made more for manhandling and his desires rewired to crave more. There was something sickeningly sweet about how reverential Ethan was as he traced the lines of Dash's toned tummy, his heart skipping a beat as their fingers eventually found their ways to his puckered nipples, their sensitivity skyrocketing as Dash dry humped the air, turning a brush into two accidental pinches, the brown nubs swelling instantly to thick, pink saucers that bulged from his chest.

"N-NO~! OHHHHH~ M-MERCY!" A moan interrupted the pleas he meant to say, making it sound like he was begging for it, Dash scared at how much his body wanted it as he tried to think of a way out of this. But he asked for no mercy, the livestream demanded it and there was nothing he could do as Ethan did as was asked, the death throes of his resistance flopping about lamely for the world to see.

His nipples were battered and bruised, hot loads of liquified testicle messily sloshing out his cock, all that pulled in gut from his core's shaping forcing itself up into his chest, the hardened pecs softening as fat battered his body from below while Ethan's fingers did their own work from above. The crowd was cheering, Dash writhing as his scrotum pulled up tight against his groin, a small seed of his testicles left, barely denting the sack as even that ran dry, two hard lumps pressing harder and harder into the sensitive skin of his gooch. They were all trying to break him, overwhelm his body past what it could take, and as his breasts began to forcefully stretch the skin above, a muscled chasm carving its way in below, he finally let go, screaming as he collapsed onto the table, legs spread wide for the coming changes.

He was desperate for more, begging, screaming, not giving a shit who was seeing him as Ethan pulled at his nipples, fat billowing out into two thick breasts that sent unfamiliar shockwaves through his body, his scrotum buzzing as it strained, stretching thinner and thinner. He wanted it, needed what was coming, stretching his legs as a well of desperate need sent his boxers tearing in half, followed by his jeans, the clothing fluttering lamely away as his shoes stuck closer to his feet, socks disintegrating as his shoes turned black and uniform, the heels sprouting an extra three inches as his nearly complete body spread his cock wide, giving the world a good look as his scrotum tore itself in half, a gush of hot fluids running out the gash as his testes were swallowed, the bruised scrotal tissue thickening to two inviting lips framing a small slit quivering under his cock.

It needed something inside, if not his own cock then someone else's, the desperate need making it rhythmically swell as Dash cared about little more than to feel release. His cock felt useless now, the appendage not even able to stay hard, all that blood flow puffing his vaginal lips. Fuck what were they waiting for? Why weren't they fucking him?! If his fucking hands weren't still stuck to the table he'd take matters into his own hands but even that option was closed to him. Desperately he turned to the developer, ready to beg for it, work for it, do whatever perverted fantasy he wanted if it meant he would be released from this torture, sliding his needy lips against the lit up glass.

"I-I NNGH-N-NEEED IIIIT! P-PLEASE C-Can't take any m-more~." The fuck took his time deciding, finally waving to the techie to do something.

Ethan groaned then, his hands taking off his pants as he looked down confused, his cock growing larger and larger, Dash ready to lunge the second his hands were freed if he didn't come over to him soon. The presenter explained, "This final update is a kind of day one patch. If you really want it, you're going to have to beg our dear Ethan here to administer it. Of course by administer..." He waved at their cock.

"Well that should be obvious by now, though how long will our volunteer fight his urges to fuck someone he was calling disgusting, lonely and utterly-"

"FUCK ME! DO IT! I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE JUST STICK IT IN ME YOU FUCKING PANSY!" God he was such a whore, his body not caring what filled it at this point, just knowing that if he didn't get filled soon his mind would break, not caring if it was one man or a hundred battle tower style.  All he needed was that searing thickness as Ethan finally slapped his cock against his pussy lips, Dash happily abandoning his manhood, his identity as she felt his tip breach her insides, her old name gone as Karen screamed in utter ecstasy.

It was a tight fit at first, his repeated shoving splitting her apart down there, her soft cock pulsing out hot, clear juices as it softened, receding with every harsh pound of Ethan's cock, flopping to and fro as the slit tore itself wider, longer. Eventually it encompassed the rest of her junk, Ethan's frantic fucking stirring her internals, slapping against her own retreating cock, stuffing it inside as he tore open her muscles into a wide path, fucking harder and deeper until Karen finally felt her tip throb and shoot back, like a balloon releasing air, a rubber pop announcing her new womanhood to the world, her body shaking as they came together, his hot spunk trailing out of her snatch as her body finally freed itself, fully under her control again. She panted, realizing her freedom, knowing she could run if she wanted to, hide, escape this convention. But she didn't want to. No she knew what she wanted more than anything.

She pushed Ethan aside, done with him, opening her legs up to the crowd and letting out a few teasing moans as she ran a few fingers up and down her moist pussy.

"I was hoping you could entertain me a bit longer..." She half mocked Ethan before turning back to the crowd, the camera, giving everyone a show.

"But I'm not done yet. Not by far. If anyone can take me down I promise that me and Nintendo will make it worth your time." The horny crowd was restless now, a line of horny nerds ready to please her, fuck her, dominate her, and she was ready to take it all. She didn't care who she used to be, she wanted to be Nintendo's slut, being pimped out suddenly a massive turn on as she waited for her next customer to please. Use her, fuck her, debase her. She was her master's property now and like the parking lot she was, it only made sense to let the customers start parking.

"And that concludes our direct. I hope you will all cum to our next one soon." And so Nintendo's most successful stream signed off, the camera on Karen, the next cock entering her as she began to scream.