Post-transformation resulting in more transformation is an interesting plot that I don’t see too much of. Think about it, a person gets transformed, they get accustomed to their life, only to get changed again! It’s okay though, every change that happens is an improvement. A moogle is ‘okay’, but a helioptile, a pokemon, is even better. To describe the life of this helioptile pokemon, once moogle, would be worth another story of its own. Little seems to be working out for him in this new life, but that’s okay. We just have to make a few more adjustments and they’ll be perfect! I’ll just wait until they reach college, the perfect time for changes.
Of course, they’ll need a new career with their altered body, but I’m sure that shouldn’t be too hard. Magic practically follows them around. Without even realizing it, it could very well be their calling…

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There Erakir was, a college bound helioptile wearing a red vest, black pants, a long sleeved white shirt, a black cape, and a top hat. He kept his signature scarf with him, something he had since…forever! He stood on the stage, kicking the wooden floor with his eyes glued onto his feet. It had been a long time since he was once a moogle, and how he transformed into a pokemon, a helioptile anthro out of all pokemon creatures, was worth a story of its own, a story involving adventure, betrayal, and strangely a dusklops and a grovyle.

In any case, he hoped this would be a second chance at life in this strange pokemon universe, yet here he was just out of high school trying to find a career, but he either couldn’t figure out the basics for the careers, or the job opportunity was already gone. He had tried to get into computers, unfortunately he cursed himself for being an electric type. Working with computer components as an electric type was not a smart thing, unless you were a rotom. Try as he might, he’d either fry a computer, or it required complex programming on a keyboard he never really figured out how to use. Pokemon keyboards came in all shapes and sizes, he never managed to figure it out.

An alakazam anthro stepped onto the stage wearing a similar outfit as Erakir, though a much larger top hat and a wand. As an ‘anthro’ of an alazakam, his body simply looked like a human with the pokemon traits, a mustache, and the psychic powers one could imagine this creature to have. “Ah, you must be my new assistant. You can just call me Master Magician, or Master for short. Now, how much about magic do you know?”

Oh, how easy it would have been for this electric type pokemon to talk about his world of fantasy that was once final. His life as a moogle casting fire and healing spells all the time before he wound up coming to this world and, one crazy adventure later, here he was living his life as a pokemon trying to learn about all the things pokemon did. “I can tell you that psychic readings from a psychic type aren’t really magic tricks.”

“You told me a lot on your resume when you applied here.” Master replied. “Some furry white creature with a pompom on their head casting all sorts of magical spells sounds so unbelievable. The fact you continue to insist it is real is quite something. If you believe in such things, why can’t you believe in a magic show performed by pokemon? This should be very real to you.”

Because a moogle is less believable than pink flying cats. Erakir thought. “Okay, let’s just get this over with. You said we’re going to practice some magic tricks. You show me how they work, and then we perform in front of a studio audience tonight, right? So what, are you just going to throw knives at me or something?” Magic was impressive in his world often because people were still required to learn it. A psychic type levitating others, reading their mind, or performing all kinds of illusions hardly sounded as if it would attract an audience. Then again, he still hadn’t fully grasped how this pokeworld worked. For all he knew, psychic types performing magical tricks were amazing.

“I can sense you doubt my capabilities. You were very unsure when you approached me back in the college fair. Allow me to show you the magic tricks I have at my disposal, and then maybe you’ll become a believer.” Master slowly nodded his head. He stuck out his palm and with a single wave of his finger, three boxes stacked on top of each other slid onto the stage. “I’m sure you’re familiar with this trick. The assistant gets in the box, a blade gets inserted, and the assistant is just fine. For many pokemon, this would not be impressive. We add a little spice onto it though that would make even the most skeptical impressed. Would you care to step into the box and allow me to demonstrate?”

Erakir casually shrugged with a mental sigh. He didn’t have to sense the Alakazam was reading his mind, the pokemon was undoubtedly doing so. He attempted to keep any thoughts about how stupid magic was, though a few ideas may have slipped out. “Okay, sure thing uh…Master.” He walked up to the box, but right before he could step in, the Alakazam grabbed him with his psychic powers and pulled Erakir directly in front of the pokeanthro.

“You also have to expose your cock for this trick to work.” He plainly stated.

Erakir’s jaw dropped. What kind of perverted… well, he knew what kind of world the pokemon world was. Nudity was casually accepted in this place. “Of course.” He said with a light sigh. Despite growing up once again in this world, he still didn’t adjust. He stepped into the box once freed from Master and then turned around. He pulled out his cock and watched as the bottom door closed, and then the middle door with only his cock and balls sticking out. His set of cock and balls, looking humanoid in appearance. “What um…what are you going to do with it?” Erakir was all too familiar with the blade technique and how flexible he had to be, but jutting his junk out was a new one. 

Master chuckled at the cock sticking out of the box. “I’ll get the extra small one.” He teased as another box appeared. The purple box with a question mark design had the same appearance as the others, just smaller in appearance. The box enclosed itself around Erakir’s cock. “Now, surely you’re familiar with this trick…one….two…” Master tapped the top of the small box with a spoon. “Three!” With a small ‘click’, the boxes separated and revealed Erakir, now genderless! A simple blank null bulge where his shaft should be, a yellow bare spot sensitive to the world. “Just like that, we’ve changed your gender from male, to…well, neither!”

The helioptile’s eyes shot open! His gender was….gone! His cock, vanished. He still felt something down there, but he had no more sensation of his shaft. The small box in front of him lacked any sign of anything being in there, though he just knew part of him was locked away, split apart from the rest of his body. Whatever Master was doing, it was both scary, yet amazing. He told himself maybe this was a mind trick, and he could tell Master saw the skepticism in his eyes. He ignored the comment about the ‘extra small’ one. He was more endowed as a moogle!
…that’s what he told himself, anyway. “Let me see the box.” Erakir spoke in a rushed tone, his pupils locked on the tiny question marked container. “I want to see it!”

Master opened up the box and showed Erakir’s shaft, his human shaped shaft. He reached in and playfully stroked it, allowing Erakir to realize that he still had his senses attached to the thing. “We’ll play a little game!” He closed the box and two more appeared. He swapped the three boxes around in front of him slowly, and then far too rapidly for the unskilled eye to spot where it was inside of. “You know this game, I’m sure. Three identical boxes. The prize you want is inside one of them. Inside another box is a pussy, a female sex perfect for a fresh in college pokemon such as yourself. A round with that and you’ll be producing legs like no other!” Master clapped happily. “And in the third box? Nothing at all! You’ll have no gender whatsoever between those legs for the remainder of your days. Go on.” The box Erakir was in opened up. “Pick one of the small ones. No peeking! Otherwise you’ll get a punishment of a lifetime!”

Erakir shakily reached out his paw the moment he was free. He didn’t reach for the boxes, but rather his crotch and now, his lack of sex. Upon touching his crotch, he realized how… sensitive it still was, making him quiver in pleasure. God, he had seen nullification pictures before, they were a surprisingly common thing in the pokemon universe, but he never imagined what it would be like to lack such things. “At least this explains why some pokemon can’t reproduce.” He muttered before turning his attention to the boxes, though one hand was still rubbing his crotch like a curious child. “I um…I don’t know! Is this part of the act?” He turned up to Master. “I’ll get my cock back no matter what I pick, right?”

“What do you think?” Master snapped back instantly.

With a frustrated sigh, the answer was given. The helioptile reached out, just as the stage lights lit up over each box, as if to add drama to the tension. He picked the box on the left and stepped back, pondering what might happen. “At least open them all up at the same time so I know I wasn’t gypped.”

“Why would I do such a thing to you?” Master stepped back with wide eyes, holding onto two spoons. “You’re my lovely assistant! You are to help me with all of these magic tricks, and right now it’s my job to convince you that all of this happening is quite real! You can already tell with that crotch. Why, I bet you just love the thought about stopping this show and rubbing yourself on my cock, never being able to orgasm yourself because you lack the… tools to do so, but we are in a magic show, performing tricks and amazing feats so you can see…this is far more than just a psychic pokemon playing games.”

Erakir blushed underneath that hide of his. A spark of electricity came from his body, briefly striking the air. Master didn’t need psychic powers to know how interested this helioptile was in mating, and a new mating method made him curious. He might not be able to produce eggs or ‘give’ eggs to another, but he could get a huge throbbing cock to stroke his genderless sex, never being able to achieve orgasm, but rather moving closer and closer towards a high that never quite had a climax, a mountain that had no peak but to climb it for the sake of thrills, and who knew if the pleasure would ever decline. It was hard to say no, but he needed his cock back. He told himself the show had to go on and picked the left box, giving it a quick tap.

Erakir’s body suddenly threw backwards into the large box which sealed up everything except for his head, and the nullified crotch between his legs, showing off his bare spot to the world. “And the assistant has chosen! This is just one of my many tricks, keep in mind! Literally, keep it in mind because we have magical acts that can literally change the way you think, but without further ado, let us see what gender my lovely assistant is now going to be!”

The three boxes floated upwards towards the empty stadium, though just barely in sight for Erakir to see. Unfortunately, as the boxes opened, he spotted each and every thing inside of them, a small cock placed onto the right, nothing in the middle, and the box he picked, a small feminine slit, a tight wet cunt for a helioptile such as himself. The new vagina ball raised upwards into the air before floating towards Erakir. The young pokemon felt the ball attach to his crotch and sink into place before setting in, appearing as if he had always had it. 
The ghost sensations of hardness and an erection between his legs were replaced in an instant by a slick wet warm moist feeling and a need to have that new cunt filled, which just turned his face all the redder as he let out a stuttered moan which increased in pitch slowly as he, now she developed a soft feminine voice. His tongue slowly rolled out as his eyes moved up to the sky. Inside the box, he grabbed his chest, still lacking tits for better or worse, and couldn’t let go. These two things, while flat, had a massive increase in sensitivity!

“And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! My handsome assistant has now transformed into a lovely assistant! She will need a new wardrobe to go with her new gender, something that is very revealing of her new shape. Luckily, she’s in a perfect container for that to happen!” Master tapped the huge three tiered box Erakir was inside and spun it around merely once before opening it up and allowing the new female Pokemon to see just how transformed her new outfit was. “You are more than welcome to explore your new asset or… test it out with me if you would prefer! I can guarantee…” Master grinned. “You are fully capable of laying several eggs when mating with anyone.”

Once the box opened up, Erakir stumbled out, nearly falling to the ground from shock! It took her a moment to recover from the shock of a new vagina between her legs, and the moment she looked down, she realized that wasn’t the only thing that had changed. She had her signature white and yellow striped scarf, but she also had dark leggings and fishnet stockings along with a blue dress that barely did anything to cover her ass. The dress went up to her chest and just barely hid her breast. In addition, she had a top hat and white gloves, giving her the true look of a magical assistant. The skirt also slipped downwards and hid her new sex, though it was clear she lacked underwear for it. One bend and she’d be exposing her new cunt, and her ass for anyone watching. “You…c-change me back! I want out of this magic act now!” She stomped her new high heels while glaring angrily at Master.

“Dear, the show has just begun. Besides, did you not want to be a magician? You’ve been into magic your whole life! You told me all about it on career day. Don’t you recall that fateful event?” The lights faded around them and a large cloud appeared as if a thought bubble come to life, with small traces leading to Erakir. An image of Erakir on career day showed and how successful he, or rather she wasn’t.

“T-that’s because I was once a moogle you know!” The helioptile tried to defend herself as she spotted the images. Pulling memories from her brain was not out of an Alakazam’s powers, though making them come to life so vividly as if watching them from a projector was amazing. She was glad there wasn’t an audience to see how poorly career day went for her. She tried so many programming and gaming things, hoping to get into such things, but her electric typing didn’t do her any favors, especially when startled. Something caught her eye as she watched those memories unfold before the non-existent audience however. “Wait, am I a girl in this?” Indeed, her tits were so much larger in this image too! Her bust was bigger than her head! She glanced down at her lack of tits, and then at the ones on the image displaying before Master and herself.

“Of course! You were always a girl! A girl with a magical ambition!” Master said with a chuckle. The memory faded, though the bubble above them remained. “Do we have to go farther back? I am actually quite curious to see your life as a moogle. I can only detect so much of your mind, as much as you remember, but I’m able to pull out parts of your life that even you can’t recall for all to see here, memories you would never possibly be able to remember, for all to see.” Master chuckled. “The parts I do see, you should consider yourself lucky we don’t have an audience! You were quite a kinky moogle, weren’t you?”

Erakir didn’t question the kinky part as much as the part about her being a female. She raised her head once more and spotted a scene of her being fucked by a fox anthro wearing a maid dress, a familiar looking creature. The two of them had several… adventures together, to be blunt, though as she tried to remember other ones, every time was her not as a male, but a female moogle, a moogle with a cunt that got more than its fair share of cock. Almost every adventure she had gone on ended in sex of some sort.
Well, that part was the same whether Erakir was a man or woman. “That’s beside the point…I was a moogle turned pokemon, saved the world through another adventure…” Erakir huffed, gripping her paws. “Stop messing with my body and my brain!”

“The only thing I could do with your body is enlarge your chest. But you would want bigger tits, wouldn’t you? You’ve always had them, even as a moogle, but they are small on that frame. They grew outwards a bit, but we could enhance them even more!”

“Q-quit gaslighting me!” Erakir looked down at her chest and spotted them being a B cup. She swore they were flat a moment ago, but…any memory she had of them, they were there in her female form. “I’m not…my tits are…I mean…” Who wouldn’t want bigger tits? She heard that expression so often. Magic could be used to enhance them, but in her world they were usually temporary. She never experimented with them in this world because…
“Wait, why hadn’t I ever tried enhancing them here? Wouldn’t I want to if I were a sexual deviant? Unless I wasn’t always female…” Erakir scratched her head in confusion. Nevermind the big bubble above them showing her memories. As far as she was concerned, Master was manipulating those images! It’s what was in her mind, that was the truth!

“Do you think you were ever not female?” Master inquired. “Think about your mind and your tits. What were you before this?”

Erakir rubbed her head. She was…a female moogle? Yeah. The tits were on her mind right now. Something about them…they were small, but were they always small? She couldn’t remember what they were like as a moogle, but the idea of being a female the entire time, it…felt right. Of course, the only thing that changed with her gender was that she was often getting fucked in the cunt and ass often, and loving it as a moogle! As a pokemon…of course, she waited until she hit that right age, but once she matured, there…well there was an obvious problem as a pokemon! She hadn’t had any sex and it was so wrong, but why was that the case? Her mind was muddled with mixed emotions as she raised her head up at Master. “I… don’t know?” She answered. “A moogle for sure.”

“And a male or a female moogle?” Master asked, before pausing. “Rather, did you have a cock, or a cunt your life? You were struggling with that.” Master walked behind Erakir and, with his spoons floating beside him, reached out from behind and brushed his palms along Erakir’s chest. “Take me back to your past life. Let’s figure out what made Erakir into the lovely assistant she is today.” Master already knew so many details, but it was time to fill in the blanks, to solidify the helioptile’s new, amazing life… even if she didn’t know it.

Every image that stuck in the pokemon’s head confirmed the end of so many misadventures, getting fucked in the ass, the cunt, or rarely getting her paws involved or the paws of another, having someone stick their paws in her slick went cunt as she orgasmed the night away, god it made her face flush. “I…” She paused. Was there ever a time she had a cock? Maybe inside of her, but never part of her. Though, there were some vague memories of being someone else’s cock. “I always had a vagina between my legs.” She said with a confirming nod. “And my tits were always so….so small.” She glanced down at her chest, the same one Master had his hands on. She reached up and gently cupped his hands onto her breast. Magic, magic always fascinated her as a moogle, why would it not be wonderful in the universe of pokemon as well? It was just hard to come by! Legendary pokemon might be capable of amazing feats, but they weren’t exactly easy to locate.

“B cup isn’t small, but they’re hardly large. In fact, they don’t even fit in your outfit too well.” Master chuckled. Erakir’s outfit suddenly looked as if it were meant to accommodate much larger tits, huge ones that a person could stuff their head into. “But fear not. As a pupil to learn about the world of pokemon magic, I will happily give you something no computer industry could, bigger tits, much larger breasts for all to envy. All you have to do is show them to me, make the request, and I shall enhance them.”

Erakir knew her body wasn’t right, but the more she glanced at her chest, the more she knew her breast size was so wrong. Yes, huge tits would be such a blessing! She imagined such wonderful titjobs. She might be able to get by with her size, but a larger size would be amazing. God, she pictured her tits being huge, her ass, maybe even big giant oversized paws, perfect for cock rubbing! She tilted her head upwards to the bubble above them to spot the very images she had been imagining appearing there for Master to see. There she was, a helioptile with massive tits, at least F if not G cups, giving Master a titjob with those breasts, stroking her huge new mounds up and down that human shaped shaft until he came all over his face. She even heard herself comment in the thoughts. “And now for my next trick, I will make Master’s cock disappear!”
She tried to clear her mind, but to no avail. “Dammit.” She muttered. “That does…. That does look really hot.”

“So, what do you say?” Master leaned close to Erakir with two spoons pulled out, their cups pointed towards the electric pokemon. “Say the word, and your tits will be given the size they deserve to be, so big, so giant, so perfect.”

Erakir reached up to her chest and opened up her blue top with her hands covered in white gloves. “Okay.” She said with a slow nod. Yes, something was very wrong with her body. Being transformed into a pokemon was something she had gotten used to, being female was something she just…knew, she always had a vagina between her legs. She concluded it must have been her tits. Though she still couldn’t explain why she was still a bit into technology than she was magic, if only a bit. Then again, she was standing on a magic stage with her B cup tits fully exposed for Master, ready to enhance.

“You still seem uncertain.” Master chuckled. The massive bubble above them popped, complete with a light popping noise as it vanished. “Don’t worry, I know ‘exactly’ how to help you.” Master placed his spoons onto Erakir’s breasts and, as his hands glowed purple, the energy transferred to Erakir’s chest, slowly pushing them outwards. “Tell me when!”

Erakir gasped as her chest began to grow before her eyes. She had to reach up and touch them to confirm the growth, and yet there it was, as they grew into Ds, she raised them up and down slowly. The pokemon let out slow gasps of pleasure. She turned to Master with a smile on her face. Yes, having tits felt so right, and having huge ones was even better. She knew a lot about technology, and no amount of computer work could enhance her tits in her old world, and definitely not in this new one! “Ahn…f-fuck…so…ohh…” A hint of moistness appeared between her legs.

“Amazing? Better than any of that useless technology shit any day, isn’t that right?” Master leaned in and gave Erakir’s growing tits a gentle kiss. His magic tools raised upwards with only their tips touching the huge growing mounds.

Erakir’s green eyes looked down at her chest with a big smile on her face. Her hands reached around the growing glowing purple mounds as her scarf flowed on her neck behind her. She couldn’t even see her nipples anymore, but she knew they were giant. Yes, magic was right, magic was perfect. With magic, she was able to achieve her dreams. She had the idea of finding a legendary pokemon to maybe have a chance to get back to normal, but technology wasn’t going to help her! Magic however, that would do wonders to alter her body. Didn’t Master perform another trick before growing her chest out? Something with magic boxes? Oh well, it wasn’t important! “That’s good!” She said excitedly with her chest as huge as H cups. “They’re wonderful! I love them!”

“Glad to hear it.” The glow faded from Erakir’s now massive tits. “They’re yours as long as you desire, and they should fit that outfit too. You’ll make a lovely assistant on stage!”

Erakir nodded in agreement while putting the outfit over her nipples, which barely covered her pink tips. She twirled before striking a pose with one arm in the air, her legs spread, and a huge smile on her face, though she didn’t hide the wetness between those thighs. “Oh yes!” She was filled with new magic! A once female moogle now a big titted magic assistant pokemon, what more could one ask for! There was however one aching problem between her legs, and her eyes turned their attention to Master’s crotch, spotting that human shaped cock between them, though she refrained from saying anything more.

Master chuckled at Erakir’s excitement. “You know, all of this, you once a moogle, now a magician’s assistant, yet you never bothered to change your name or get rid of your old scarf. It’s cute. Now, we have a show coming up shortly, is there anything you’d like to do before we begin?”

Erakir tilted her head and blushed deeply. She turned to see the door off stage and pointed briefly to it. “I um…there’s something I need to tend to backstage and if you’d like…” She took a deep breath. This, this is what her new life was supposed to be about. A new pokemon, and a second chance to do what she wanted. “Properly thank you for giving me this job as an assistant, and my bigger bust?”

Master didn’t have to be asked twice. With one grasp of the new female pokemon’s hand, Master whisked away his new assistant to the backstage to his room, where he conveniently had a bed waiting for the duo. “Most certainly.” He gave Erakir a deep loving kiss on the cheek, before pulling in again for one on the mouth. One lip lock later, he had to ask. “How would my assistant like to repay me for giving her a new experience in this new life?”

Erakir delicately undid the top of her magician’s outfit to show off her huge tits once more. She delicately grabbed onto the bottoms of them and squeezed them together, squealing in delight at this new amazing sensation that made her heart skyrocket! “Master, you have shown me the world of magic in this pokemon universe. Magic existed in my old universe, but I never felt anything like this!” She recalled the so many sexual encounters she had as a moogle, and the lack thereof as a pokemon. True she had to grow up again, but now she was of age. She was a college student starting her new career as a magician’s assistant, hopefully to learn more! Psychic, electricity, the pokemon types didn’t matter when magic was all she needed. Magic, and a Master to help teach her the ropes. It was only right if…
“I would like to show you a magic trick of my own!” Erakir spoke with glee. She got down between Master’s thighs once the other pokemon sat down. She opened up her tits and pressed her new improved mammoth mounds up against Master’s cock. “I’m going to make your cock disappear!” With her new tits, she rubbed them up and down Master’s length while taking in the tip of his cock with her maw. She paused only briefly during her titjob wondering…making his cock disappear sounded familiar, had this been done before? Maybe Master showed her that… she’d have to inquire about it later. Either way, now was the time to reward Master for giving her a new life, and a new career.
