Lucario groans, stretching out as he finally gets home. It had been a long, tiring day out in the fields that day, and by now he was ready to just lay down and relax for the night. He swore there was just something going on that day, something about the world just seemed ever so off. The trees weren’t as bright, the sky was rather gloomy for the time of year and overall it mostly just felt like.. Something was missing. Something important to the entire world. It might have seemed like a silly thought to any other pokemon. But Lucario was an aura pokemon after all, and with that alone he could easily grasp just how strange the aura of the world had become. Crossing his arms he makes his way over towards his couch, tossing himself back onto it as he groans softly, even if he could feel it, what could a pokemon like him even do about it. Yeah he was a Lucario, but he wasn’t anything like those ones in legend, if he could feel it he was sure others could too, they would figure out what was going on and deal with it properly. The only thing he had to worry about was what he was going to get for dinner tonight.


Licking his lips and rubbing his hands together with a soft huff he gets up, and starts to make his way to the kitchen, going through the various things he had there he fleets his stomach growl loudly, hunger pulsing through his entire body as he groans softly. “M-mmrrff? When did I get so hungry?” He wonders aloud to himself, thinking if maybe it might be a part of whatever is going on, but he quickly shakes that off, he was being silly. He hadn’t eaten that much today that was all. Just shaking his head he starts to pull out a few different stacks of food. He needed to go shopping soon anyways, and just looking over what was left in the fridge it looked like a lot of it would be going bad soon anyways. A small chuckle leaves his mouth before shaking his head. “I’m sure a bit of a cheat day wouldn’t be too bad.” He reasoned with himself while getting to cooking everything out. Tossing a few different dishes together he can only feel his stomach growl louder, he also couldn’t help but feel pretty hot, he was starting to sweat pretty heavily, squirming around slightly with a small huff.


Soon enough  the meals are done and quickly he starts to dig in. Shoveling mouthfuls of all kinds of food into his mouth at a time. Sitting down at the table he just keeps eating and eating. Out of the corner of his eye for just a moment he swore he could see something. It was faint but almost like a strange glitch in reality, almost like a small section of his house was shifting just out of sight. At first he looks over, scanning over the floor and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, just a small splotch of gold on the carpet, probably a stain of some sort he could clean that up a bit later of course. Looking over again he saw that the hardwood floor in the kitchen was starting to look a bit yellow as well.. It looked kinda nice he had to admit, before going back to eating. In between all the glancing around he barely even noticed his food changing with every little glance, at first it’s nicely cooked meals, then it’s microwaved meals, then it’s fast food, then finally when he looks back again he’s eating a pile of slop.


Of course he was, that’s what he always had to eat after all, it’s just what he normally had for dinner after getting home from work. There was something about it today though that was just so good. Even as he grew hotter, and hotter, drenching his clothes in sweat and matting down his fur as his tongue rolls out of his mouth, panting softly as a soft groan leaves his mouth. His tongue looked a good bit longer than normal too, but once again he didn’t seem to notice. Soon enough though he finishes up his dinner. Swallowing down the last of his slop as he gets up and stretches, he has to hop out of his seat, seemingly having shrunken just a bit in height, to the point where his paws couldn’t touch the ground normally. Looking up towards the dozens of plates covering the table he frowns, he should clean it up. Probably would be best.. But at the same time he didn’t really want to. He’d just get it a bit later. Yeah they could sit out for just a bit.


His claws clack softly on the golden ground. The sound was oddly pleasing to Lucario, murmuring softly and even spending a few moments just tapping a claw against the ground, though pulling his foot back he notices that it seemed to be leaving various stains along the ground. Slick, slimy streaks of.. Something across the ground. Tilting his head slightly Lucario goes to kneel down, leaning a bit closer to the stain as he takes a few quick sniffs at the stains on the ground. His nose scrunches up as the stink of shit stings the insides of his nostrils. Gagging heavily and quickly pulling back he waves a hand in front of his face, before looking down towards his paws, wondering if he might have stepped in something, wiggling his toes a bit  as he looks at the underside of his paws, though just looking at it he didn’t really see anything wrong with them Sure they were dirty and slimy on the bottom, but it was the same kind that he had always dealt with. Maybe it was just him having sat around for too much, amplifying the stink of the slime. He eventually just shrugs it off and starts to head up to his room.


Upon making his way back up to his room Lucario plops down into bed, quickly rolling himself up into bed with a soft yawn, slowly drifting off to sleep as he closes his eyes. While sleep came easily his dreams were quite a bit different. Even as he’s dreaming them he can’t put too much together, just a series of strange smells and sights that fill his vision. His mind spinning as a strong stink swirled around him. The same stench that mere moments ago he had breathed in from the floor, but now instead of finding it abhorrent he wanted more. He found himself talking deep lungfuls of the stench breathing it in and feeling it soak up into his lungs. It almost felt like his entire form was warming around it, transforming slowly bit by bit. None of which he could properly understand on his own, so long in the moment that all he could do was breathe in more of the scent of foul, slimy shit. Biting his lip softly as pleasure slowly starts to build stronger, and stronger. His body started to pump his hips. Grinding against the blankets in his seat as he grunts and huffs softly.


As morning comes around he groans softly. Rolling over in bed, feeling the fat on the sides of his body starting to pour over him as he groans softly Squirming around a few times he scratches the back of his head, slowly coming to as his tongue rolls out, that familiar scent in the air as he looks around, tilting his head up to take a good few huffs of the scent. “M-mrrf? Where is that smell coming from?” He questions still only half awake as he looks around. His eyes eventually landing on the deep brown stain in front of him the stink wafting off it was rather familiar. Nostrils flaring while taking a few more deep huffs of it. Without warning his body suddenly starts to move on its own, tongue licking his lips before snaking outwards, wrapping around his blankets slurping and sucking on the stain. Slurping it all over while soft groans and moans leaves his mouth, eyes rolling back as the foul, filthy taste dances across his taste buds. Every little movement sent hard jolts of pleasure through his body, and soon enough even wrapping around the tip of his cock.


Closing his eyes as he starts to pump his hips there’s a strange thought that echoes through his head. “What a wonderful gift from our king, this body, this stink,this feeling. All of it we’re just a happy little Sukamon~” Obviously he’s confused by these thoughts, he wasn’t a Sukamon whatever that was. He was a Lucario.. Right? But the more he thinks about it the more he wonders, just what a Lucario was, it was what he was, but what was he? These minds all race through his head as he thoughtlessly thrusts against the soaking wet blanket. With just a few more pumps he finally blows his load, cumming again, and again. Absolutely soaking the sheets in front of him as he moans out, ending it with a mad cackling “Kihihihi!~” His tongue going limp, falling across the bed as Lucario just lays there for a good few moments panting softly as his eyes roll back slightly while he was so lost in the moment he couldn’t even feel his mind being rewritten slowly but surely. It started out with small bits here and there as he steps out of bed, now barely being able to see over the edge of the bed. Legs having shrunken down to nearly nothing as he starts to waddle out of the room.


With his new mind he knew that of course he had always been like this. He was tiny, slimy, and smelly. People didn’t usually like it but that was their loss. As he thinks this there’s once again a strange skip in reality, as he realized just how silly he was being! Of course people liked him, they loved the stench he put out. It was some of the best in the city~ Or rather the kingdom. It felt so hard to remember all these big words. Another silly “Kihihiheheh~” echoing from his mouth as he laughs at just how dumb he was. Just a silly dumb Sukamon. That’s what he was after all. Hopping over to the kitchen he takes out another fat container of slop, just popping it open as he quickly starts to munch down mouthfuls of it at a time. Swallowing down as much of it as he could. Though a good bit of it stuck to his lower muzzle and chin. Weight piling onto his body as it bloats out, at least his stomach, chest, and face did. However his arms and legs still seemed to stay the same.


Slowly he was becoming more and more like a weird disproportionate shortstack creature. He couldn’t really comprehend it though, with every change that happened he would only see himself as himself, even as the gold flooring slowly engulfed the entire first floor it didn’t mean anything, the house had always been that way after all, it was silly to think otherwise, maybe that’s why these thoughts even crossed his mind. He was just so dumb, and silly. Sukario cackles again as he pulls his face from the slop, eyes drifting slightly in different directions, as his tongue eagerly slurps at whatever remnants of the stuff hadn’t soaked into his fur. Doing his best to slurp it all down. While he finished eating, the question was where to go next. What did he have planned for the day again? He knew there was something important that he needed to do. That’s when it suddenly came back to him, right as he blew his load against the underside of the kitchen table. He had to go to work today, he was finally starting a new job!


Hopping down and off the chair he slowly wobbles his way outside having to walk slowly, and awkwardly, slightly swaying from side to side as he huffs and groans softly with every little movement. Nearly tripping over himself a good few times as he hops down the porch steps. Once again there was that strange feeling. Like there was something different about outside. Looking around at the golden streets, and the buildings that looked like some strange mix of huts and modern buildings. All of it looked normal, but Sukario just couldn’t place a claw on what was wrong. It was obviously one thing or the other, but what those things were he really had no idea. But starting to hop down the street he passes by a few other Digimon hopping down the street as well. “Digimon?” He questions to himself, unsure of where that came from, they were pokemon. Probably just got the words mixed up. Cackling a bit to himself, and  holding a slimy claw up to his nose, still coated in that filthy sludge he had pumped out under the table he groans softly in pleasure, licking his lips before giving it a few licks as well.


All it took were another few licks that managed to start these strange changes once more. His ears and Lucario Dreads slowly start to fade, all while his head starts to stretch out. Growing longer and longer with each step-hop. Slowly coiling around at the tip of his head, snaking further and further around. He could faintly feel the pressure on the inside of his head, almost feeling like it was starting to squeeze down on his brain, closing his thoughts once again, making it just a bit harder to think for the Sukcario. Thick, brown drool dripping from his massive tongue and only the ground below, reaching up he scratches at his head, trying  his best to try and remember where he worked again. Scratching and rubbing the coiled up pile of shit that was now his head he could feel more of his delicious stench releasing into the air around him, his nostrils flaring as he breathed it in. Luckily the stink seemed to help a good bit, taking another good look around his eyes and eventually landing on the massive building off in the distance. A large, shining gold castle.


He was the new guard for the Sukamon king of course! He was so excited to  meet the King for the first time, while he had memories of the smelly monarch he actually couldn’t remember what he looked like, or really talked like. He still couldn’t help but feel like there was something wrong about it, but he just shrugs it off. A few more hops down the street eventually landed him in front of the gates to the castle. Two other Sukamon glance at Sukario. “Kihihi how can we help you today stinker?” One of them asks with a wide grin.


“Kihihi~ Oh you know, I’m just here for my first day of work, I’m a new guard. I’m Sukamon!” Sukamon states with a salute feeling his body wobbling around shaking around with every little movement he makes. The smart, aura reading pokemon by this point was very nearly gone. Completely replaced by a dumb, foul smelling beast who was nothing more than a dumb shit digimon. While he still had parts of his old self it was obvious that they were quickly fading, being replaced bit by bit with nothing more than a dumb, filthy Sukamon.


King Sukamon pulls his hand back, the lingering god-like data dancing across his fingers making him clench his fist slightly. A small cackle leaving his mouth, looking over his palm curiously. It had been about a day or so since his first test. The Kingly digimon was finally testing out the powers that his little Sukamon servant had so graciously offered to him, he wasn’t sure how strong it was. Or how much control he had over it, so King Sukamon decided to test it out on a small city. A pokemon city where most wouldn’t even notice, he likely would have to be careful about psychic types, or pokemon who could read auras. With his still limited control he would need to be careful in what he did. Taking a quick glance over the pokemon in the city he found it would be the perfect test group, aside from a single pokemon. A Lucario, for a moment the king even considered coming back to this later. But watching Lucario for just a few moments it didn’t take long for him to see just how apathetic he was to the entire world. Even when he felt something off in the world he would just assume someone else would do it.


A small grin spreads across his foul lips. The King lightly tapped a claw against the armrest of his slimy throne. Perhaps this could give him even more power if he could control the power of aura he could likely eliminate everything that got in his way when it came to changing other pokemon. He would be able to build his kingdom with ease, and maybe even stand a chance against even stronger digimon. He cackles happily to himself, clapping his claws together with a wide grin. Holding his claws out there’s a small surge of power around him. His aura of stench swelling, creating a visible miasma all around him. That grin only widening as he cackles happily to himself murmuring quietly as he starts to channel the abilities of Arceus into him. The former god, now his loyal Sukamon servant watching on with an almost vacant stare. Simply licking at the ground where the king had hopped up onto his throne. Reduced from such a powerful god to something so foul and mindless. It made the king grin, a strong sense of pride flowing through his body as he focused on his abilities. Opening a gateway between the two worlds he gives a snap of his claws allowing a surge of data to pour through the gate. The stream of data taking on the appearance of coiled up piles of shit, before spreading out to the pokemon world on the other end..


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The Sukamon guard looks up and down the double doors leading to the king’s room. While with his clouded mind he could no longer comprehend  what was wrong with himself and the world around him it was still there. His aura reading abilities weren’t wiped away. After all, if they were removed there would be no way for the king to take them. After knocking a few times on the door he hears a voice from behind. “Kihihi come on in peasant!” King Sukamon’s voice echoes through the air, making Sukamon shiver slightly, a mix of both excitement and immense dread filling his body but he nods. Going to make his way inside, pushing the doors open, but there’s a small amount of hesitation from Sukamon. He wasn’t sure why but there was a small, almost silent voice in the back of his head, trying to tell him this wasn’t right. That he needed to run, he had to escape. If he stayed here it would only end poorly. 


This greatly confused Sukamon, he had no idea what the voice meant, how could things end poorly when he was right here, when he was so close to being happy, to starting his new job working under an amazing king. The call of Lucario’s voice had no effect, he was already too far gone. The king already noticed this, watching him struggle as he held a claw at his side preparing to do whatever had to be done. There was only one Lucario however, and his body had almost already been fully transformed. He would just need one more tiny push, and then everything would be perfect. “Now then calm down~ and come here. I can see you seem a bit stressed~” King Sukamon cackles, having gained at least a good bit of Arceus’ intelligence, even if it was only put towards finding more ways to be depraved and filthy, and to spread his influence he certainly was smarter than most of his minion. Sukamon looks up to his king, barely feeling what was left of his legs shrinking down into his down wider circular bottom half. 


Despite fully transforming Sukamon was still the colors of a normal Lucario, just much more slimy now, and shaped like a giant turd. He looks up towards the king, giving a nod as he starts to hobble his way over. Hopping up with each little movement until he’s at the foot of the throne. King Sukamon grins, reaching a claw out, and resting it right on top of Sukamon’s head, a surge of data starts to pour over the former pokemon, and almost right away the color starts to slowly drain, bit by bit from his body. His thoughts become heavy and clouded, even more so than before. There was still a good bit of intelligence left in the little guy. The king couldn’t have any of that, they were more happy that way anyways~ The blues and blacks of his fur mix together, turning into a muddy, brownish-yellow. A color that was exactly like all of the other Sukamon lining the halls of the castle and even outside in the streets. Soon there wouldn’t be anything different between him and all of the other Sukamon, he didn't need to be any different. To him he was perfect just being like the rest of the digimon. If anything he wanted, no needed to show the rest of the digital world, and all other worlds beyond to know how wonderful it is to be nothing more than a dumb, small Sukamon.


King Sukamon shutters softly, biting his bottom lip as he feels all of aura power flowing into him, a small shutter slowing through his body, digging his other claws into the arm of his throne as he can feel all of that pour flowing through him, all of it felt so strong, and blissful. He could barely hold himself back, every time he took in some of that power, he could feel this same surge of power every time he took another pokemon’s power, he could feel his own data growing stronger. In the back of his mind he felt a faint, small feeling, a sense of familiarity. It was small enough that he easily ignored it, after all he had never had any power like this before. He was always King Sukamon, this was his first shot at true power that he could have grasped. Soon enough the rest of the new Sukamon’s body slowly gains its proper color. A wide grin on his face as a small chuckle leaves the King’s mouth.


Sukamon giggles madly, finally losing himself fully to the transformation, any lingering thoughts, or doubts about who he was or could have been were easily wiped out, replaced with only thoughts of love for filth, spreading that love, and of course worshiping their king. King Sukamon meanwhile pulls his claws back, looking himself over, feeling his claws pull his new Sukamon guard in close. Squishing him firmly against his body. Rubbing him deeper, and deeper into the stench, and all over his underbody. Letting him lick and huff up his kingly stench, for no real reason other than he knew both he and the servant would certainly enjoy it. Sukamon’s eyes roll back, his much longer, pointed tongue rolling out dipping into the slimy puddle that lay underneath the both of them. “Hmm~ You know I don’t think you’re quite cut out to be a guard~” King Sukamon states letting go of the dazed digimon. “However I think I have a much better option for you. How about I make you my personal slime rag~” Sukamon’s eyes light up eagerly nodding along. The king cackles as he sees his Aura glow brightly with excitement. Yet another successful test of his abilities~