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Hypnovember 2020, day 16: memory(latex Greninja TF)
Themes:  latex ring / willing / mindwipe
Word count: 3,271
Commissioned by: ~Drakronem
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“I… still can’t believe th-this is actually happening…”

Drak, an orange anthro shark with draconic features, trots along behind a short perky avali, quivering with anticipation. The day has come… the day that’s been years in the making. He’s going to be made into a pokemon!

The assistant giggles, effortlessly navigating the industrial halls of the facility. “You wouldn’t believe how normal of a reaction that is for us, Mr. Drak… Dreemon Corp. is a business of realizing true, life-long dreams after all. It really is quite touching~ and I’m sure you’ll make a lovely addition to some kind trainer’s roster in no time!”

Just the thought of it gets Drak excited for what’s to come. After a few minutes of endless winding corridors, the pair finally emerges into an enormous room, with a ceiling stretching high enough to fit several cars stacked on top of each other. He can’t help but gape at the sheer majesty of what lies before him. The room is crowded with large glass test chambers, most of them containing either a person… or a fully converted pokemon, their rubber skin glinting eagerly as they feel themselves and writhe in bliss. That’s going to be me in a few minutes… holy fuck~

Thick colored lines span the floor, representing the partitions of subjects by their pokemon types. The pair locate and follow a deep blue line, obviously indicating water types, but the rest of the floor around them is marked bright green; grass type, no doubt. Sure enough, passing on their left is a fellow right in the middle of his conversion, his lower body already that of a glistening grovyle… and behind him stands an anthro Snivy, fully converted and teetering in a hypnotic daze. Their reflective skin is so pleasing to the eye… how good it must feel to wear it! 

They pass into a more open area, and the bright lime color fades into a darker shade of green… bug type. Down in the distance on the right Drak glimpses a pair of chambers in a zone marked orange for fighting type, each bearing a rubber lucario in mid-TF. It just looks so fun and relaxing… suddenly, the avali deviates from the blue line to stop at one of the dark green chambers, gesturing for Drak to give it special attention. The form in question for this one is a Scyther, already mostly finished, but a pair of equine-looking hooves are still visible underneath the large metal ring that applies the rubber to the subject’s body. The hoop moves very, very slowly… Drak peeks at a screen inlaid into the glass, and is startled to be informed that 3 hours have elapsed out of 4 for this guy’s process. Such a long time… yet the subject stays obediently still, grinning like a madman and staring in lazy wonder at the giant blades he now bears in place of arms.

For a few more minutes they stand there, observing the process in its ponderous motion. The shark finds himself a little entranced, and he’s not even the one being hypnotized. He actually jumps a little when his guide pipes up. 

“Looks quite fun, eh? You’ll find it’s pretty hard to succumb to boredom once you start to fall under our hypnotic spell. See that little screen in front of him? And that little speaker right up close to his ear?” She points each one out, and he nods as he spots them. “That’s how we’ll be bringing you under. Nothing complicated, keeps you nice and docile without having to tamper with your system! Lords know you’ll be experiencing quite enough of that as it is~”

Drak nods lazily. But the avali still has more to offer… “Why don’t we ask him, hm?”

“Wait, seriously?” Sure enough, she presses a button on the chamber’s control panel and clears her throat. 

“How are we doing in there, Scyther?~”

The response is nothing but a series of moans, grunts and other vocalizations, a few of them vaguely sounding like “Scy…” His ability to speak intelligibly has long since left him. 

The assistant turns to Drak with a seductive smile. “Now then, are we ready to begin your process now?”

“I… I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life…”

“Glad to hear! Not much farther to go, now…” She leads him back toward the blue line, and true to her word, the dark green soon fades into the same deep blue as the line that led them here. They pass a few more lucky subjects; a Floatzel, an Intelleon, a Kabutops… finally, they come to an empty chamber, and with a brisk swipe of an access card the entire side facing them swings slowly open, beckoning its prey forward. The space inside is largely vacant, save for a simple metallic podium right in the center, the obvious indication of where he’s supposed to stand, and above it a large thick hollow metal ring, suspended 10 feet in the air by a pair of steel rods. Screens line the outside walls, ready to display vitals and statistics and such. 

“Now then, just go right ahead and step inside, position yourself in the center there, and stay nice and still for me, alright? Shouldn’t be needing any restraints, given that this is a voluntary procedure. And remember, don’t panic. The hypnosis should keep those fight or flight instincts pretty well suppressed, but still, just try to relax and cooperate, okay? No matter what you might feel in there, this process is totally safe, I promise.”

“Y-yeah, you got it…” Drak quivers gently as he steps inside, his soft footsteps echoing through the vast empty chamber. He steps up onto the podium, putting him right beneath the hulking ring dangling up high by the ceiling. Soft clicks and beeps resound in the air as the machinery whirs to life, preparing to do its irreversible deed. 

“Just stare at the screen and relax, that’s all there is to it. And remember, this is a very thorough mental reconditioning process. All memory of your past life and prior identity will be wiped clean. No more shark dragon, only an obedient rubber Greninja with nothing on its mind except abject obedience to its trainer. You consent to this?”

“I-I do. Let’s get this started~”

The avali smiles, then pulls a large lever on the control panel. The enormous glass door creaks, then clangs shut, trapping him in muffled silence. A large screen is lowered from the ceiling, and positioned right in front of him. And sure enough, it flares to life with a gorgeous, mesmerizing hypnotic spiral, endlessly complex in its patterns, constantly shifting and convulsing to keep his eyes invested. Drak is so jittery and excited that he struggles a little to get invested in the display, but that soon changes when the nearby speakers come on, pumping heavy, overpowering binaural sounds into his ear canals. He groans as his muscles forcibly relax, his mind settling down into a nice deep calm. 

Then comes a faint, wonderful noise… the sound of the pair of metal cylinders slowly lowering, bringing the dense metal ring down with it. And within the confines of that ring, a thick, sludgy layer of blue goo has appeared, hanging suspended within the ring’s area, forming a thick opaque disk within it. A disk that eventually, gradually begins to poke at his horns and fins… then swallows them up in its mass. It’s not long before the top of his face follows suit, eliciting a gasp at its sudden, cold slimy sensation before it completely encases his face, plunging him in brief darkness.

Two little bulges appear on the top of the ring’s goopy film... his horns. But they are soon dwarfed by a trio of large angular fins, spanning the top of the subject’s head as it emerges through the top of the ring… A head now distinctly shaped like that of a Greninja! He opens his new eyes in shock, then yelps with his slime-encrusted mouth as a giant, thick wet tongue spills out in front of him. Such a bizarre sensation... as he tries to control it, it awkwardly flops around, smacking him in the face and briefly re-meshing with the film. It doesn’t take long for his eyes to refocus on the screen, however, and within seconds he sinks right back into the pink spiral’s depths, his foot-long tongue still hanging all the way out. Prodding him along still further is a soft, soothing voice broadcasted right into his ears...

“That’s it... sink... stare... obey... accept your new form... you will make a lovely Greninja...”

“Ggghhh-… g-gre... ninja...?” He repeats dutifully. Never has a word felt so... natural on his lips. It’s almost like... it’s the only thing he’ll ever want or need to say.

“Good Greninja…~” The voice coos, encouraging him further and further into an obedient trance. Onward the ring progresses, passing over his shoulders and inching ever so slowly down his torso. Blue slime bleeds into a pale shade of beige on his chest, along with the lower half of his face, in accordance with his chosen pokemon. The cold, wet slimy feeling of rubber being applied to his body is so utterly wonderful… Drak sighs in delight, and reaches up with one arm through the film. He shudders and moans with bliss as his appendage emerges on the other side completely coated with a thick layer of blue goo, already developing long bulbous fingers and thick webbing. The way it’s meant to be, of course…

His enormous tongue continues to dangle loosely, not that it could possibly fit in his mouth anyway… especially not as it begins to grow still further, drooping down onto the ring once again, curving and twisting in ways that shouldn’t be possible!

“Good… feel your nice, long tongue… feels the cold wind brush against its pores… it suits you, little Greninja. Longer… stronger… as it should be. Embrace it…”

“G-g-greeee…” He smiles dopily, allowing his mind to bend and twist according to the voice’s desires. By now his horns have all but disappeared into his squeaky scalp… such things don’t belong in a Greninja’s anatomy after all. Even though half of his body is still that of a shark dragon, the eager little pokemon-to-be already finds himself rapidly acclimating to his new froggy features… and very, very much enjoying them. Especially the way his skin squeaks softly every little movement… 

That soft, ceaseless whirring sound persists, the ring lowering at its crawling pace. It finishes up on his belly and other arm, and now creeps toward his crotch. His cock, which has long since perked up quite eagerly, is gradually swallowed up just like everything else… and for a few minutes it remains fully submerged, edged and nursed and prodded along by the tumultuous goo! Drak can’t help humping into it a little, but he still knows to stay perfectly still, to ensure that the transformation can continue…

“Such a good little Greninja… can you feel it yet?” As the voice says it, Drak is just starting to feel something new… some sort of cooling sensation. The goo coating his figure is consolidating, hardening, squeezing… fusing itself to his very body! He rubs eagerly at his chest as the excess goo drips away… and what stays behind morphs into extra shiny, extra squeaky, non-malleable, indestructible rubber! He moans like crazy, delighting in every little squeak and creak of his new skin! “That’s it… feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Squeak, creak, rub… all polished up and ready to shine…”

He nods vigorously, quickly losing himself in his new features. Already his memory of being a relatively normal guy named Drak is becoming hazy and spotty… not like he wants it around anyway. Why bother when such a vastly better life awaits? 

The hoop moves on toward his hips, and his cock reemerges, now predictably coated in goo. In a bid of pure instinct he reaches down with not his arm, but his long unfurled tongue, and coils it around his member with striking precision. He whines as he begins to stroke and squeeze, already feeling with the gooey surface of his dick as acutely as with the dying skin underneath, if not more so. Every stroke and hump sends him deeper and deeper into mindless, obedient bliss. Be a pokemon. Be a good, mindless Greninja. Obey your trainer. And enjoy it all to the absolute fullest!

Drak loses track of time as the ring goes on and on, pressing down along his upper legs and enclosing his tail. He won’t exactly be needing one of those anymore… already he can feel a particularly strong amount of pressure on it, but not a painful kind. It almost seems to be sucked into the ring… he obligingly lifts it up into the film to encourage the process along, and it’s not long before it begins to grow numb, shrinking and gradually getting lost in the bulk of goo. He forgets about it rather quickly as the ring passes over his knees, leaving them with large white bubble-like spots, and more of his body settles into that unbelievably wonderful state of pure shiny rubber. Before he even knows it, his feet are dripping with goo and forming their own webbing, just like his hands. The last traces of his old body are concealed, and well on their way to being properly snuffed out.

“Such a good little Greninja… your body is complete!” The ring touches down on the podium, and the soft, ever-present sound of the machinery gives way into a short loud hiss. The flat layer of goo within the ring is gone, having been deposited in its entirety onto his body. 

“Gre….” The newly formed Greninja remains standing in a daze, tongue still wrapped around his eager new cock, legs dripping from goo that will soon coalesce just like the rest. “Gre… ninja?”

“Yes, that’s right… you are a Greninja now, like you were always meant to be! But you’re not truly fit to be a pokemon just yet… we still have that mind of yours to work on. Let’s take care of that now, shall we?”

The screen’s hypnotic reverie doubles, triples, quadruples in intensity, flashing and convulsing frantically, forcing the Greninja to lean in and stare with all he’s got to keep up. He huffs and groans desperately with an unrecognizable voice, perpetually falling deeper and deeper into a thorough trance.

“Now… think of your name. The name you’ve always gone by… the name that’s defined you up until now.”

“Gre…” Drak…

“Now, erase it. Blot it from your mind. That never was your name. Your only name is Greninja. Say it.”

“Greninja!” His old life grows hazier and hazier, like some distant dream… no, a nightmare… that’s what it’d be, to be anything but what he truly is!

“Good… this is your name. This is the only name you’ve ever had, and will ever have. It feels good to be called Greninja. It feels right to be called Greninja. And it would feel so utterly, horrifically wrong to be called anything else. Isn’t that right, Greninja?”

“Greninja!” Greninja nods spastically, staring in wide-eyed euphoria and stroking himself quite vigorously.

“Good… now, dredge up every little residual memory you have of that other creature of your past… the inferior one whose skin doesn’t shine or squeak… and doesn’t obey like a good pokemon! We can’t be having any of that, can we? Round it all up, so it can be extinguished. You’re nothing but a good little pokemon. You will obey your trainer without question. You will serve and protect them, and commit yourself in your entirety to their livelihood and wellbeing. Is that understood?”

“G-Greninja!” The lustful pokemon loses all sense of autonomy, rubbing at his own squeaky body with thick webbed hands, and leaking from his cock… not a single thought in his head. Only commands and urges. Urges and commands. No control, only total obedience and compliance. The way a good pokemon should always operate.

“Yes… feel those memories being loaded up… ready to be ejected and left to forgetfulness once and for all!”

Greninja comes to the very edge of orgasm, filled with more lust than ever in his life… and yet something in him makes him hesitate. The urge is utterly overpowering... but he needs something more. Permission.  “Ahhh, now that is a truly shining example of obedience… waiting for permission to release. Very, very good Greninja! Now, RELEASE!”

Greninja bellows as his body instantly reacts to the command, collapsing to the ground thrusting and squeaking like mad as seed bursts forth, pleasure going off all through his body with the intensity of several sticks of dynamite. But truth be told, even that can hardly compare to the sheer jubilation that he felt hearing the glowing praise of his obedience. 

“Feel the awful memories leave your mind and body! Feel your body and mind become pure once and for all! Be a good Greninja, FOREVER!”

On and on he moans and heaves, load after load of sticky mess coating the cold metal floor around him. The name, appearance and personality of Drak evaporate from his mind completely, no more a part of him than the stuff he paints the conversion chamber with. After what feels like an eternity, he shakily gets back up, heaving and drooling like crazy, fixating on the screen once again. It’s reverted to slow, smooth motions, and the voice calms down as well.

“You’ve turned out wonderfully, little Greninja. You’re now fit to be assigned your very own trainer! Ready for your new life?”

“Greninjaaa!” Greninja shouts excitedly. Already his mind aches for commands to follow. Battles to fight. And a single, beloved trainer, owner and master to please in any way he can. To say he’s brimming with anticipation would be a gross understatement!

“One more little thing… You shouldn’t be standing up like that. No self-respecting Greninja stands all the way upright! You’re meant to be crouched down low, ready to sneak around and strike in shadow! And also ready to be subservient, and recognize your place as beneath that of your trainer. Understand?”

“Ja! Ja!” Immediately the pokemon begins to crouch down in a sneaking posture as commanded. He’s shocked at how much more comfortable his body is in this position! He resolves never to catch himself daring to stand upright ever again.  “That will be all for today’s transformative session! Make your trainer proud, little Greninja!”

The screen shuts off with a sharp snapping sound, instantly rousing him from his trance. He’s still nothing but a good rubbery Greninja eagerly awaiting his Master, but now he feels hyper alert and focused, ready to serve and obey with utmost efficiency!

The giant glass door swings open once again, and the little avali assistant trots in, a big smile on her face. “Well? How are we feeling today, Mr…. Greninja?~”

“Greninja!” He smiles broadly, slinking on out of the chamber and intently staring up at the assistant, ready to heed her command. 

“Excellent! Now come along, it’s time to find you a trainer!”

She grabs a small object off a countertop… a poke-ball. The Greninja literally salivates at the sight, and eagerly presents himself. With a giggle, she clicks the button, and then all he sees is a flash of red, then darkness… a comfortable, enveloping darkness that will keep him safe and secure until he’s ready to be adopted. Nothing to look forward to but a life of obedience, pleasure, submission… and life-long friendship.