Pillow 33 - PokeMOM: Red and Blue 2

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Celadon City, the bustling metropolis at the heart of Kanto, an obligatory stop for any travelling trainer where many humans, many pokemon and many humans that could be pokemon lived in relative harmony.

In one of the many apartment buildings in the city, a twelve storey structure with a sturdy elevator, Neighbour Andrew, who lived on the top floor, was about to pick that elevator to go for an early afternoon bike ride.

Andrew was an affable and unassuming old man. He was white skinned with a slight tan, with short greyish hair, closely shaved, sort of plump, somewhere around his fifties and single. The sort of fella that is always pleasant and kind to coworkers, peers and pokemon. On the weekends he often baked pastries and freely shared them.

He entered the elevator, pushed the button for the ground floor, and waited patiently, humming softly with his arms crossed behind his back.

When the elevator reached the eleventh floor it stopped, the doors opened and a woman entered. A young short woman with short hair that was a rusty red tone, she wore comfy sporty clothes and a cap, she also had a remarkably large bust that was the envy of a few. The woman had on her back a sizable backpack, from her belt hung three shrunken pokeballs that held pokemon inside them.

She was a pokemon trainer.

She was also quite distracted, looking down at her pokedex which she was holding in one hand while the other hand fiddled around with an empty pokeball.

She was so distracted in fact that she didn’t notice that Andrew was in the elevator until after the elevator’s door closed and it began to descend towards the tenth floor, Andrew greeted her.

“Howdy, Terry!” said Andrew with a smile. “Getting ready for another adventure?”

Terry stopped looking at the pokedex and focussed her attention on her neighbour.

“Andrew!” she squeaked, blushing a bit. “Sorry, didn’t notice you back there…!”

Andrew chuckled honestly.

“Don’t worry girl, don’t worry,” he answered, unbothered. “What better time to be distracted than when you are young? You trainers are always busy, no need to waste time on old fools like me!”

“Nah, you are too mean on yourself.”

“Or you are too kind, after all, who would know what I am better than I do myself?” he laughed. “Now, tell me, are you going after the local gym leader? It would certainly be nice if someone took that smug girl down a peg, or maybe even two! I heard that your wartortle is a quite magnificent fighter!”

Terry passed a finger over the pokeball that held her ace, since she had begun her trainer escapades her squirtle had evolved and she had acquired a zubat and a mankey for her team.

She shook her head.

“I’m not ready for that, I will be eventually for sure, just not yet… You might not see me for a long while… I’m actually leaving the city… I’m going far away, to train, see new places… There’s a big world out there, too big to always stay in the same place and if I want to get stronger I have to explore it!”

They passed the ninth floor.

Andrew nodded his understanding.

“Ahhh, the BIG adventure…!” he sighed with blue melancholy. “It makes me very envious. I wish I had what it takes to be a trainer, but I didn’t even have the guts to catch my own pokemon… I’m a perpetual loser.”

“Hey, you're getting gloomy, don’t you say such things, you always have time to start your own adventure!”

“No, no Terry, it’s too late for me, I'm a good-for-nothing... Trainer? I wouldn’t even make it as a pokemon breeder! Neighbour Andrew, just a background character in other people's awesome adventures…” his next sigh was a bitter one. “Sorry, sorry sweetheart, I’m ruining the mood, it just got me the wrong way, you need a warm farewell, not the ramblings of an elderly fossil…!”

Andrew stared forward with a dull glow in his eyes.

Terry took a sad glance at her neighbour, her lips twitched, she wished to do something for him.

Help him find his place...

The elevator left the eighth floor behind.

Terry’s pokedex began to shake and buzz in her hand, she looked down at her device, frowning, startled, she was quite familiar with the shenanigans that those machines could cause.

“Wait, don’t you dare…!” she whispered.

Andrew’s attention was focussed when a beam of light came from the top of the pokedex and began to shine over him going up and down as if it was analysing him.

“Uh?” he mumbled, surprised.

On top of the pokedex’s screen a small and extremely accurate holographic depiction of Andrew appeared.

A completely nude one at that, which begins to slowly spin in a stiff pose and with a mildly blank expression, showing off Andrew’s chubby shame, from his ass to his flabby flaccid penis, resting on top of his hanging balls surrounded by grey pubes.

Both Terry’s and Andrew’s face turned an intense shade of red.

Then the pokedex spoke loudly in a robotic voice.

Andrew Fred Sully

Species: Human (Crossdresser, Office worker)

Type: Normal

Gender: ♂

Abilities: Grandma Heart // Reliable

Age: 54

Status: Wild

When the announcement finished the device began to fill up with more data about Andrew. Measurements of all kinds… weight, height, dick size… Details such as  how many times he had sex or had worn panties while at work, ending in a pretty lengthy summary of his human existence right up to the point at which he had stepped into the elevator.

Terry’s eyebrows rose - she and Andrew were blushing vividly, looking at each other.

“Crossdresser?” she asked.

Andrew moved away into one of the corners of the none too spacious elevator, putting as much distance as he could between himself and the trainer.

“D-Did your pokedex just register me?!” he cried in a broken voice.

Terry’s neighbour might not have had all the answers, but he was self-aware enough to know the rules. A pokedex only registers pokemon and if he had been registered by Terry’s pokedex that meant that at the very least he was potentially not fully human.

And given the right circumstances perhaps not even human at all.

A frightening concept… that for some reasons erected his sex.

Terry looked at Andrew's scared pale face then looked at the pokedex and then back at him.

She took a step forward.

“Nonononono!” she lifted her other hand, the one she had forgotten was still holding an empty pokemon ready to catch any wild pokemon. “The pokedex works sorta on its own, it isn’t my fault, or yours, I don’t have any intention of…”

Her poor attempt at explaining made Andrew press himself even further into the corner to the point he had begun to tiptoe, terrified of the pokeball.

“Don’t get any closer! Don’t capture me! Don’t make me a pokemon!” he pleaded, sobbing.

“I’m not…!”

Terry had no intention of ending her neighbour's humanity, but it was right then just as the elevator reached the seventh floor and on that floor there was a tiny structural issue with the building that always made the whole elevator car slightly shake when going down.

Shake enough to cause the pokeball to escape from Terry’s fingers.

The ball was, accidentally, tossed, making a perfect curve through the air before hitting Andrew in the centre of his forehead. After striking its target it bounced back and opened in mid-air.

In that last brief second Andrew got a perfect view of the interior of his fate. The entirety of his body mass began to glow red, before turning into light that was pulled into a spiral.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaashhhhhhhhhh…!” his begging cry was stretched into nothing as he was sucked towards the interior of the pokeball.

Once every ounce of Andrew was inside the pokeball, it closed.

Both the man’s empty clothes and the ball dropped heavily to the floor, as if the neighbour had never existed, but some might say his luck was much worse than simply disappearing.

Or more humiliating at the very least.

The elevator reached the sixth floor.

Terry squatted in front of the pile of clothes and the pokeball, the pokeball was wobbling weakly, its middle red light blinking. It was rare for a pokemon trainer to desire for their captured monster to escape…

“Please, please, fight it, resist! Get out Andrew!”

PING!

The ball stopped moving, the pokemon had been captured.

“Oh, arceus,” Terry sighed, picking up the pokeball.

She felt the weight of the man trapped inside.

Andrew had been dematerialized and rematerialized in the interior of the small capturing device. Stripped naked, shrunk, compressed, squeezed and contorted into a space that was not comfortable because he wasn’t fully a pokemon… yet…

The old fella was sobbing - upside down, hot, sweaty, completely bent to the point of having his dick against his face, his stiff wiener leaking precum over his cheek. Terry stood up, carefully holding the pokeball.

“I’m so, so sorry!” she swore to the ball. “It was an accident! I didn’t really mean for you to… Sigh! Stay calm Andrew, I will get you out as soon as the elevator stops, when we reach the ground floor I will, I… Choose you…”

Terry’s pokedex vibrated once again, distracting her.

As they arrived at the fifth floor Andrew’s registered information began to become rewritten, starting with the neighbour’s name being deleted and replaced by what he was about to become.

What he was going to be from now on.

Snorlax

Species: Sleeping Glutton (Former Human Crossdresser)

Type: Normal

Gender: ♀

Terry bit her lip.

Abilities:  Thick Fat // Gluttony // Grandma Heart // Reliable

Age: 54

Status: Caught (Celadon City)

The eyelids of the pokemon trainer narrowed as the pokedex updated the measurement trivia and erased Andrew’s life summary, leaving a short entry in its place.

Very lazy. Just eats and sleeps. As its rotund bulk builds, it becomes steadily more slothful.

She gave the new info a second read, her feelings were a shambles, she was half worried about the sorry end of poor old Andrew and half… well… if the pokedex was correct, and it often was, her neighbour just happened to be quite the desirable monster to obtain for any pokemon team…

“Snorlax…” she mumbled… causing the pokeball to open. “No! No!”

Too late.

The pokeball escaped her palm, leaping forward and opening as the red energy light came from inside it. The beam focused on the corner of the elevator where Andrew’s clothes had been left, reshaping into a forming a human silhouette before rematerializing the plump mature neighbour back in the outside world.

Andrew reappeared in the elevator, naked and moist, sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and sobbing plaintively. His dick twitching and hard between his legs, miserable and humiliated he looked up at his pokemon master.

“Terry…!” he cried. “Terry, I don’t want to be a pokemon!”

It wasn’t too powerful of a complaint, being neither a protest or a demand, rather more of a resigned sorrowful moan. Terry put her pokedex back in a pocket and lifted both hands, trying to calm down her distressed neighbour while looking around the floor for the pokeball.

“Don’t panic, breathe deeply, we have to put you back in the pokeball before you begin to change, you can’t transform here!”

They reached the fourth floor and all of Andrew’s hair, even his eyebrows, began to quickly be plucked from his skin.

“Nuh! Nuh, please! Nuh transform!” he sobbed, shaking his head, his ears becoming very pointy and migrating to the top of the sides of his balding head.

Terry saw the pokeball in the floor and knelt, trying to reach it

“Andrew, you are a pokemon already, nothing can change that, but if you…!” she tried to argue with her transforming neighbour.

“NUUUUUUUH!” cried Andrew more loudly. “I snor wanna be snor! Snorrr, me snor, snor! Snorlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxxxxxssshhhhhh!”

That last cry was stretched out into a long yawning sound. Andrew’s mouth opened inhumanly wide. A pair of tusks grew from his lower mouth, his eyelids closed up, looking like a pair of lines and his cock shivered leaking a short flow of sperm. It was a contagious yawning which Terry found herself forced to join, dropping down on all fours with a sleepy sensation as she crawled towards the pokeball.

The power of that yawn unleashed the changes, Andrew’s body began to rapidly expand in all directions, growing larger and rounder by the second. His stomach swelled exponentially faster than the rest of his body, his nipples thickened, areolas spread as a pair of enormous breasts formed, resting on top of his gigantic growing belly.

Fur began to sprout all over his smooth body, it was greyish at the edges, but a soft cream tone on his belly, face and feet. Andrew slowly slid down against the elevator wall, lazily touching his new pair of breasts, then raised his hands in front of his seemingly closed eyes.

He saw his fingers shrinking around his nails, which sharpened into claws. Five sturdy claws on each hand, on his feet two of his toes shrank to nothing on each, leaving only three claws per foot.

Panic and dullness intermixed.

“Teeeeeerryyyysh! Laaaaaaaaaaaax!” His voice sounded deep, slow and lazy.

Terry was woken up from her yawn induced half-slumber when Andrew’s furry belly began to push her back. Well on his way to become a snorlax Andrew was already filling more than half of the already small space in the elevator and he just kept growing.

“Andrew!” Terry grunted, trying to push at the belly with one hand without any effect as she stretched her other arm over to reach the pokeball. “Control yourself! Stop for a moment!”

“Snoooooooooor! Snoooooooooooooorlaaaaaaxxxx!”

With a desperate stretch Terry’s tiptoes reached the pokeball, but another burst of changes expanded the belly, pushing her back and making her lose her grip on the ball, which rolled on top of the curve of the stomach ending up against the other wall of the elevator.

“No!” groaned Terry as she was pinned against the wall by the fat.

The monster’s perpetually sleeping face lost many of its features, such as its nose, as it inflated into a simpler teddy bear like ursine shape. Now neckless above that titanic spheric tummy that now made up most of the body.

Weight.

Heat.

Pressure.

There was a conflict between mass and space that was about to reach its limit, the elevator’s gears ground. It was quite comfortable to be trapped by the furry belly. It was warm, soft and furry, but that didn’t make Terry any less anxious about their current situation.

She wondered if this was how it felt to be inside a pokeball while still being human.

What floor were they even on?

“Andreeewwwg!” she gasped.

“Terryyyxxx… Snor, huuuuungry…!” the snorlax yawned.

After an eternal couple of minutes the elevator mercifully reached the ground floor.

Another neighbour, a smug looking woman carrying a bag of groceries, was waiting for the next lift. She screamed and took a step back when the elevator’s doors slid open and she saw what was inside.

One of the pokemon’s legs came out, preventing the doors from closing again. With the liberty of the extra space the changes made the monster grow even bigger.

With lots of struggling and a great effort Terry dragged herself around the belly in search of an exit.

“Ngggggggghhhhhhhh!”

With a final tug she pulled herself out of the elevator, escaping from the fat trap and landing face first on the floor. Panting, blushing and dishevelled she sat up and looked back at the state of the elevator.

“What the heck is going on?!” the neighbour asked Terry.

The elevator was by now completely clogged by the giant pokemon inside it, a barely contained mass of fuzzy fat. The leg of the monster shortened until only the foot was left, the foot, with its three claws, swelled and became round. Andrew’s dick and balls remain hanging, mockingly small in an enlarged crotch, in full view of Terry and the neighbour.

“Snor! Snor!” Andrew shook violently as the last change reached his sex, the small penis grew thick and red, balls were sucked up into his body, a meaty clench forms from their skin. They become the clit and vulva of a large meaty vagina, the last part of the monster’s body that was covered in the greyish fur. “SNOOORLAAAAAAH!”

The neighbour screamed, some of her groceries fell out of her bag. The shaking of the snorlax’s final change and orgasms were too much for the elevator, the cable snapped and the box collapsed, ending up crooked within the door frame.

“I caught a female snorlax…” Terry slowly explained. “And she accidentally left the pokeball in the elevator…” The snorlax shook again, slightly raising her butt, the pokeball rolled out from under her pussy and kept rolling until it reached Terry’s hand. Terry got up and pointed the pokeball at her pokemon. “Snorlax, come back.”

The ball opened, flesh turned into energy and was swiftly pulled back inside the sphere.

Terry bowed solemnly to her neighbour.

“Sorry we broke the elevator,” she said, then she picked up a couple of the apples that had fallen from the grocery bag and ran towards the building’s exit.

“Hey… Hey! You can’t just leave!” the neighbour protested.

She was wrong.

Outside, on the busy streets of Celadon City, Terry found a more or less empty spot and tossed the pokeball once more, this time willingly. The snorlax came out, amusing some of the passersby, and annoying some others when the giant pokemon appeared in the middle of the street, but most of them were indifferent to the activities of a random trainer.

The giant bearish giantess lay down on her back, too tired to move or to care about technically being naked in the middle of the street. A majestic female snorlax, her fur grey where it was usually dark blue-green for her kin and a pair of enormous cream furred breasts resting on top of her cream furred belly, in proportion with the rest of her large body.

Terry walked to the side of the pokemon’s head.

“Welp…” she said with a smile, patting the monster’s head. “Thank you for tagging along, big buddy!”

“Snoooor…”

Terry put the apples in the snorlax’s mouth, who munched them happily.

The trainer pulled out her pokedex and went to the TEAM tab, the snorlax had been added to her other three pokemons. She selected her new team member, at the top the new screen that opened the name of the pokemon appeared:  Snorlax (Former Andrew Fred Sully)

After briefly considering things Terry deleted the name and wrote a new one: Granny

She put the pokedex away and gave the monster’s tummy a tender hug.

“We’ll get some extra food before leaving! I know there’s great potential in you, Granny!” she said. “You are going to be a champion!”

Granny lazily tapped her trainer’s back before starting to snooze.

Terry chuckled.

Shortly after that, the snorlax was back inside her pokeball, hanging from Terry’s belt along with the rest of the team.

After a stop at the mall Terry finally left the city towards the east.